4-1-4– ye don't pick up.

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4-1-4– ye don't pick up.
World's stoned, an’ am stuck fucked up.
4-1-4– ye vanished, man.
Am walkin’, but nothin's been done.

4-1-4– yer face is gone.
Ah grew up screamin’ at a white wall.
4-1-4– woke up too late.
Just a bleedin’ wean wi' a burstin’ state.

VERSE 1 – fast, like spittin’ teeth

Ah ken the reek o' varnished wood,
coffin smell — nae Glenfiddich flood.
Ma da's a shade in a grey hoody,
only chats back when ah talk in me heidie.

Sometimes ah scroll his old wee texts,
like a dafty, pure echo effects.
Every word's a hammer tae the brain,
every full stop — a nail in the stain.

[PRE-HOOK – whisperin', breathy]
Nae sun, nae spark, just grime an’ gloom,
tunnels chokin', sky like a tomb.
Ah growed up like some kinda flaw,
hidin’ tears like it’s martial law.

HOOK — SCREAMIN' NOW

4-1-4– where the fuck ye at?
Ma heid’s screamin’, brakes all flat.
4-1-4– ah shut aff inside.
Ah turned wall, deadpan pride.

4-1-4– ah shout fae the shade.
World's aff its nut, an’ am just fade.
4-1-4– ah greet wi' dry eyes.
It’s boggin', dark, nae siren cries.

VERSE 2 – rattlin’, restless

Grew in doubt, no give, no fucks,
every step, every tie — pure stuck.
Ma maw weeps quiet, teeth clenched tight,
me? Actin’ fine, ghostin’ night.

School showed me nowt but fallin',
life’s jist bendin’, breakin’, crawlin’.
A kid wi’ nae light, nae da, nae aim,
a flicker lost in a cosmic flame.

[FINAL HOOK – SLOW, LIKE A PRAYER]
4-1-4– too far gone.
Nae grip, nae voice, am done.
4-1-4– chill in ma veins.
Naewhere new, jist endless lanes.

4-1-4– ye missed fuck all.
Ah broke, ah rose, then had tae crawl.
4-1-4– wrote ye this line,
Just tae feel ye heard me, one last time.

OUTRO – voicemail tone, dead line feel

... 4-1-4. Not found.
Ah sent ye this tune, aye it’s daft soundin’.
But if yer up there...
... say somethin’.