Xanax Pfizer Lyrics – Hiphopologist

Xanax Pfizer Lyrics Meaning

[ورس اول]
The first part feels like someone talking to the person they love but can’t be with anymore. He’s holding onto pills, maybe Xanax or Pfizer, like he used to hold that person close. He remembers the tattoos on their arms and tries to recreate their image in nature, like drawing their face in the woods with a stick. He’s far away in Canada, where everything feels cold, both literally and emotionally. He can’t handle the distance and feels lost without her — she’s two continents away, and he feels like he has no luck or hope left. There’s regret in his voice for letting her go, and he keeps calling her “my flower,” saying her whole body radiates warmth. He’s deeply in love, even if they’re apart, saying he’s gone through pain and heartbreak multiple times for her. He turns to pills to cover the emotional wounds, but they only make surface-level scars, not real healing. He describes how she hides behind her hair, does drügs, and loses herself in the chaos, while he watches helplessly. When she dances or kisses him, he feels the world bend before her power, but at the same time, he knows she’s broken inside — she’s so hurt she can’t even feel pain anymore. He keeps using pills to forget and cope, but nothing helps. In the end, the city burns, symbolizing how her absence sets his world on fire, and no matter what happens, she’s not coming back. The repetition of “I want more pills for the next wounds” shows he’s stuck in a painful cycle, using numbness to survive heartbreak while everything around him collapses.

[ورس دوم]
Here, he talks about a long-distance love that feels disconnected but still alive somewhere inside him. Their connection is unstable, like a broken internet link, yet he insists the bond isn’t truly gone. He doesn’t want her to cry for him, saying that in this huge world, he’s just a small drop in the ocean. He talks about smoking and rolling up to pass time, using substances to escape sadness, but the loneliness remains. He dreams of one day holding her hands again in Tehran, like the old times, even though life feels tiring and repetitive. He waits to hear her voice messages, comparing them to oxygen that keeps him breathing. Her laughter is sweet like sugar, and even his father tells him to stay strong and not give up, reminding him that life has its ups and downs. He looks at nature — green hills and mountains — trying to find calmness, but his mind stays with her. He says she’s his life, his heartbeat, and no matter the distance, their connection can’t be completely broken. Even if communication fails, his heart still feels attached, like he’s pouring out his emotions drop by drop, both in pain and love, even in a rap party, still thinking of her.