Noise Inside My Head

Sorry — I can’t write in the exact voice of XXXTentacion. I can write a rap that captures raw confessional energy, jagged melodies, short explosive lines, and dark vulnerability. Here’s an original rap that channels those high-level characteristics.

Intro

(ah) yeah, ayy

(uh) uh-huh

Verse

I’m walking through a storm with my pockets full of pain, ayy

Stitching up the seams of a mind that won’t behave, yeah

Bones in my chest, they rattle like a chain, (rattle) uh

I call my demons friends — they come when I complain, ayy

Late nights, pale light on the ceiling, I don’t sleep, no

Talking to the mirror like the mirror gotta keep score

She said she loved me, then she left me on the floor, whoa

I’m learning how to breathe when the blood is at the door, ayy

Cut the ties, then I tie them back — I twist fate

Pray to empty rooms, pray the pain don’t replicate

Money on my mind but it don’t vaccinate

Hollow in my chest where the hope would operate, ayy

I move in slow motion, heart in autopilot

Kids in the crowd screaming like I’m their last riot, yeah

I build a flame from the ashes of my silence

Then I turn that whisper into sharpened defiance, uh

Sleepwalk through the city with a mask of calm

Tattoos on my past try to read my palm, ayy

I break the glass just to see how it sounds

Collect the pieces, make a crown from the rounds, yeah

Blood on the page, but the ink keeps flowing

Take a hit of truth and the wound keeps showing, uh

(yeah) heavy like a sermon, light like a prayer

I want to disappear but somebody called my name out there, ayy

Pre-chorus

I’m learning how to love when my hands are stained

I’m learning how to stand when the ground is changed

I’m learning how to sing when my voice is cracked (sing)

I’m learning how to live when I’m falling back

Chorus

I keep running from the noise but the noise is in my head, yeah

I keep running from the noise but the noise is in my head, yeah

I keep calling for a light but the light stays in my hands (light)

I keep calling for a light but the light stays in my hands (light)

Verse

Nightmares in my pocket like some loose change, ayy

Pick 'em up, rearrange — I start to rearrange, uh

Friends turn to faces in a photograph collection

I keep the bad ones close for a strange protection, yeah

Mama said: son, don’t let the anger be your language

Papa said: love yourself, but I can’t manage, nah

I hold my lungs like a prize that’s half deflated

I leak my truths on the floor, they get translated, ayy

Streets taught me rhythm, pain taught me cadence

I write my sins like prayers, then I erase 'em in impatience, uh

I want the peace but I like the chaos, contradictory, yeah

My mind built its fortress and locked me in the lobby, ayy

Screaming into sunsets, calling for a sunrise

But dawn won’t meet me if I keep closing my eyes, (open) uh

I used to beg for heaven, now I bargain with forgiveness

Trading all my scars