Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You say you want your family back
But you only call when rent due
Cryin’ on the line to your baby dad
Then you slide through the precinct back door too
Late nights, his ring in a drawer
Yours on the nightstand, screen face down
Swearin’ you alone, that you “need support”
Whole time got a badge in your background
Two phones, two lives, one story you rehearsed
Holy on Sunday, by Monday you worse
Talkin’ ’bout “loyalty,” talkin’ ’bout “hurt”
But you the one diggin’ the dirt (yeah)
[Chorus]
Two phones, one lie, that’s you
Talk love, live lust, that’s you (that’s you)
Textin’ him “come home,” then you sneak out too
Beggin’ for a king while you playin’ as a fool
Two phones, one lie, that’s you
Cry tears, hide truth, that’s you (that’s you)
Say you want your kids’ dad back, that’s cute
But where were you last night in that blue backseat?
[Verse 2]
You tell your girls I’m the demon
Say I’m cold, say I switched sides
Left you with the kids and the feelings
But you forgot to mention all your midnight rides
Ride-alongs turn to “keep this quiet”
Hotel keys on a chain by the Bible
He write tickets while you text him “I’m tired”
Then you in his lap, talkin’ ’bout revival (wow)
You want your ex back, post old throwbacks
Caption “forever,” while your heels in the back
Of some squad car, lipstick on the dash
Talkin’ custody, but you chasin’ cash
[Chorus]
Two phones, one lie, that’s you
Talk love, live lust, that’s you (that’s you)
Textin’ him “come home,” then you sneak out too
Beggin’ for a king while you playin’ as a fool
Two phones, one lie, that’s you
Cry tears, hide truth, that’s you
Prayin’ for your family in the morning suite
But where were you last night in that blue backseat?
[Bridge]
You can’t build a home off broken vows
Can’t claim a crown with a borrowed crown
You want that old life, say you miss that house
Then why you only pull up when the lights go down?
Two phones, one lie, that’s you
You call it love, but we all see through (see through)
Style
rapdark trap beat with eerie bell loop and deep 808 glidemale vocals in a coldconversational pocket. first verse tight and punchyhook opens up with stacked ad-libs and octave doubles. sparsedistant pads and filtered hi-hats in the verses; chorus slams with heavier kicks and subtle vocal chops on the title phrase. final section adds a low synth drone and whispered ad-libs to drive home the paranoia.
Prompt
A trap song about a disloyal female sleeping with a married cop and cheating her boyfriend meanwhile begging for her children’s father back, rap, trap
Credits
Prompt byBoldRider35
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
ModelAria v5
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