Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He came in silk,
smiling like sin
A djinn in a suit,
too sharp for the room
Cufflinks gleam,
eyes like a scam
He said, "Make a wish,"
then took my hand
Now doors swing open
when I don't even knock
Gold on the table,
time on the clock
He bends every rule,
he don't even try
Arrogant grin
with the whole world by
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me why
it feels so smooth
Why the bad luck
came with suede shoes
He says "relax"
like he owns my fate
I hate his face
but I love the rate
[Chorus]
Tailored curse, tailored curse
He gets everything first
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
He gets it all
I get the rush
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
[Verse 2]
He take my losses
and dress them clean
Turn my broke days
into a money machine
Three wishes deep
and I still want more
He slide through fate
like a key in a door
Every trick he sells
comes gift-wrapped neat
Smug little king
with his polished feet
He wear that grin
like a crown and a laugh
Then split my doubt
right down the half
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me why
it feels so smooth
Why the bad luck
came with suede shoes
He says "relax"
like he owns my fate
I hate his face
but I love the rate
[Chorus]
Tailored curse, tailored curse
He gets everything first
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
He gets it all
I get the rush
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
[Bridge]
Maybe that's the spell
Maybe that's the game
He take my last fear
then he signs his name
I should run wild,
I should break free
But the curse feels good
when it looks like me
[Chorus]
Tailored curse, tailored curse
He gets everything first
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
He gets it all
I get the rush
Tailored curse, tailored curse
It don't even hurt that much
Details
GeneratedJul 3, 2026
Duration3:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip hop with a hard-swinging boom-bap pocket and dusty drum knock, head-nodding bass, and sly minor-key chops; verse rides sparse with clipped kicks and space for dense bars, pre-chorus tightens with rising hand percussion and a low filtered swirl, chorus hits with doubled vocal chants and a brassy stab. Hook delays, reversed cymbal lifts, and short ad-lib echoes add swagger. Crisp, gritty, close-mic mix., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byThatGuy520
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A hip hop song about the curse of the djinn taking over and how it actually doesn’t feel that bad. A song where djinns are arrogant tricksters who where tailored suits and always get everything.
