[Intro] Flatline, flatline, I can't get it out my mind Studio lights dimmin', that's my brother on the line Last session we recorded, now he gone, yeah [Verse 1] Thought we had it figured out, sippin' lean in that booth Now I'm starin' at your body, paramedics speakin' truth Tried to hit you with Narcan, watch your chest rise and fall Mama blowin' up my phone but I can't take that call Damn, remember when we started, barely had a beat to spit Now the 808s are haunted, your presence still legit **** them dealers with their promises, that shit ain't worth the cost Every bar we wrote together, now it's covered up in frost [Chorus] Can't breathe in this studio no more (no more) Your ghost still floatin' through that door (that door) They say the streets don't love nobody But they took my brother, left me lonely Can't breathe in this studio no more Your voice still echoin' for sure They glamorize this lifestyle daily But all I see is darkness, baby [Verse 2] Last text you sent me "bout to cook up somethin' cold" Didn't know that'd be the last time, story left untold Empty bottles on the table, pills scattered on the floor Should've known them signs was there, shouldn't let you through that door Streets ain't got no mercy, trap life took my bro Now I'm sittin' in the silence, memories on slow-mo Mama's voicemail haunts me: "Baby, where you at?" If she only knew her other son was laid out flat [Outro] Studio lights dimmin', that's my brother on the line Flatline, flatline, can't get it out my mind Rest easy brother, this one's for you Last session we recorded, now it's finally through