Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My heart broke clean
over a trifling bitch
I wore the hurt
like a soaked-up stitch
I saw the signs
in a fake love frame
Sweet in the mouth
but it burned my name
Now I’m counting losses
on a busted phone
Every old message
turns to stone
I kept your shadow
in my jacket sleeve
Now I laugh at the lie
and I finally breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
I was bent out low
Now I stand upright
The glass got dark
then it caught the light
I tried to save it
but it fell apart
Truth hit hard
right through my heart
[Chorus]
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Fake love, fake love
I don’t need your cover
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Erase the memories
I’m done with your number (done)
[Verse 2]
I remember fake love
in a silver cup
All that sweet talk
couldn’t build me up
You smiled so pretty
with a hollow ache
Left me chasing crumbs
for a heart you’d take
Now I play them records
low and slow
Jazz in the room
let the blue notes go
Blues in my chest
but the pain don’t stay
I learned your lesson
the hard way, aye
[Pre-Chorus]
I was bent out low
Now I stand upright
The glass got dark
then it caught the light
I tried to save it
but it fell apart
Truth hit hard
right through my heart
[Chorus]
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Fake love, fake love
I don’t need your cover
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Erase the memories
I’m done with your number (done)
[Bridge]
Turn the page now
let the ink run dry
I kept my tears in
but I won’t lie
You took your shot
I took the scar
Still, I’m here
and I’m going far
No more chains
No more sweet disguise
I can see me now
with clearer eyes
[Chorus]
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Fake love, fake love
I don’t need your cover
Glad it’s over
Glad it’s over
Erase the memories
I’m done with your number (done)
Details
GeneratedJul 11, 2026
Duration3:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap with jazzy blues chords, laid-back head-nod swing, dusty drum brushes, upright bass snaps, and muted trumpet fills; verse rides sparse piano stabs and conversational flow, pre-chorus tightens with walking bass and filtered cymbal lift, chorus hits with a repeatable hook and stacked backing vocals. Close-mic lead, doubled ad-libs on ends, vinyl crackle, tape-worn warmth, intimate and smoky mix., blues, rap, jazz, fake
Credits
Prompt byMarcusMcGrew357
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
My heart is broken because of A trifling bitch. I feel Glad it’s over . I remember Fake love. It's hard to Erase the memories . My favorite genre of music is Rap, jazz, blues .
