Dust on the Floor

Prompt

(Intro) (Slow, dark guitar riff, heavy 808 bass rolls in) Yeah... My head is heavy again. From the bottom to the top. They never understood. (Chorus) Another night with a migraine in my brain, Too much money but I’m still in pain. 💔 This depression is a ghost I cannot fight, Stuck inside my room until the morning light. I built my kingdom from the dust on the floor, But the mental war is knocking at my door. (Verse 1) My mind is burning, the pressure is high, They thought I’d break, they thought I would die. I had no friends, no money, just a broken dream, Living in the dark where nobody hears you scream. But I took the pain and I turned it into tracks, Now I'm the one who is counting all the stacks. Shoutout to my fans, yeah, they know what is real, They are the only ones who feel what I feel. 🙌 And to all the haters — man, I don't give a fuck, You were talking trash, now you’re running out of luck. I raised myself when the world turned away, Now I’m too high up to care what you say. (Chorus) Another night with a migraine in my brain, Too much money but I’m still in pain. 💔 This depression is a ghost I cannot fight, Stuck inside my room until the morning light. I built my kingdom from the dust on the floor, But the mental war is knocking at my door. (Outro) (Guitar fades, slow clapping hi-hats) Yeah... just my fans and my pain. Haters can stay in the dark. My head hurts... Turn the sound down. (Silence)