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[Intro]
Head hot
Hands shake
Teeth grind
Floor break
[Verse 1]
Heart rate race in a dead-eyed stare
Jaw locked tight, white dust in the air
Pulse in my neck like a kick, like a snare
Whole room tilt, can’t find that chair
Veins say go but my legs feel rubber
Words fall out then they melt, then stutter
Laugh for a second, then snap, then shutter
Friends back up like I might kill something (yeah)
Blackout eyes in a cracked bathroom
Steel in my fist, see the paint peel, bloom
Sink full of blood and a broken tooth
Talk to the man in the mirror, that’s proof
He move wrong, I swing first, he swing back
Both of us twitch in the same old black
Can’t trust steps or the tracks I’m on
Can’t trust hands when the fear this strong
[Chorus]
I’m losing it, losing it, spiral out, spiral out (hey)
Can’t tell what’s in my head, what’s coming out my mouth
Legs give, floor split, I’m crashin’ through the house
I’m losing it, losing it, spiral out, spiral out
[Verse 2]
Neck veins pop, hear the pop in the bass
Whole skull shake, feel the bones misplace
Tongue taste metal, lungs breathe smoke
Words come fast till the brain cells choke
Strobe in my brain, see the walls all bend
Can’t tell stranger from foe from friend
Grip that wheel, lane drift, lights smear
Laugh at the fear, then the fear right here
Body say stop but the mind say run
Mind say jump while I stare at the gun
Hands won’t listen, they dance, they twitch
Scratch my skin till it starts that itch
Clothes hang loose on a bruised-up frame
Name on my tag but I doubt that name
Every step crooked, each breath off-key
Every wrong thought feels right in me
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Breath cut short, chest like stone
Crowd all close, still feel alone
“I’m fine, I’m fine” with a cracked dry lip
Whole world tilt on a half-bent hip
Head in a storm I can’t tune out
Throat wide open, still I just shout
“Somebody pull this plug right now”
Body say please but I forgot how
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration2:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Razor-edged phonk trap banger with distorted cowbells pinging over blown-out low-end and gritty Memphis-style drums, 170+ BPM. Male vocals delivered in a frantic double-time bark with stacked ad-libs and occasional pitched-down phrases. Hook explodes with chant-style gang vocals and bass stabs; verses stay tense and minimal with eerie reversed pads and vinyl grit. Mix leans harsh and clipped, embracing saturation and dirt for a chaotic, unstable feel.
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Prompt by
0bl1v10n
0bl1v10nModelAria v5
Prompt
Hard drift phonk trap beat, very fast aggressive vocals, high BPM. Distorted cowbells, gritty Memphis drums, blown-out 808s. Story of mental and physical instability, losing control.
