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[Verse 1]
Woke up, jaw tight
Mouth dry, brain fried
Hit the dresser, hit the drawer
Not a crumb, not a line, not a vibe
Check the ashtray
Shook it like it owed me
Lickin' fingers, fiendin'
Like, God, I'm a fuckin' joke, see
Phone dead, plug ghost
Last text, "You owe"
Rent late, card maxed
Whole life in a chokehold
Hit the mirror, hate my face
Eyes red, heart racin'
Swear I’d sell my own time
For that tiny little taste and
[Chorus]
I’m outta everything
Bag empty, brain screamin'
I’ll do anything
For that feelin', I ain’t leavin'
I’m outta everything
Pride gone, hands itchin'
If the devil got a tab
Then I’m signin', I ain’t bitchin'
[Verse 2]
Scroll the contacts
Who still owes me favors?
Hit my ex like, "Yo, you good?"
She like, "Lose my number, later"
Hit my cousin like, "Slide"
He like, "Cash up front"
I’m like, "Dog, I’m on E
I can flip it in a month"
Lie so easy now
Jaw lock, tongue split
I’d rob my own plug
If I thought I’d get a hit
Walkin' past the corner store
Watch that register
Thinkin', "Mask up, grab it"
Then my conscience whisper, "Sure?
You gon' throw your whole life
For a high that don't last?"
Brain say, "Yeah, why not?"
'Cause the crash hit fast
Check the couch, check the car
Floor mats, cupholder
Found crumbs, didn’t even care
Put 'em straight on my molars (fuck)
[Chorus]
I’m outta everything
Bag empty, brain screamin'
I’ll do anything
For that feelin', I ain’t leavin'
I’m outta everything
Pride gone, hands itchin'
If the devil got a tab
Then I’m signin', I ain’t bitchin'
[Bridge]
I’d steal from my mama
Hate myself while I’m doin' it
Shake in her room
Prayin' she don't hear me movin', shit
Pawn my kicks, my chain
My last good hoodie
Trade my name, my faith
For one more boogie
This ain’t flex, this confession
Ugly, raw obsession
Whole life on layaway
For that poison I've been blessin'
[Chorus]
I’m outta everything
Bag empty, brain screamin'
I’ll do anything
For that feelin', I ain’t leavin'
I’m outta everything
Pride gone, hands itchin'
If the devil got a tab
Then I’m signin', I ain’t bitchin'
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap beat with detuned bells, sub-heavy 808 glide, and crisp hi-hats. Male vocals in a dark, conversational pocket; verses start almost whispered then build to agitated double-time bursts. Hook gets wider with layered ad-libs and octave doubles, kick and bass hitting harder. Subtle atmospheric pads creep in on the second half to underline the desperation and paranoia., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byOrganicWizard644
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A storytelling rap song about being out of drugs and the lengths you'll go to get them., rap, like a dababy rap song and be explicit with the words and vibe
