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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You threw my keys in the trash
Said I’d be nothing alone
Tracked every face that I liked
Scanned every crack in my phone
You called it “love,” it was lockdown
Every fight was a show
I was the villain in stories
You told to people you know
[Pre-Chorus]
Now they’re all seeing the cracks in your halo
Texting me, “yeah, you were right” on the low
Funny how the truth hits, hits like a car crash
I’m walking away while they’re watching the flames catch
[Chorus]
Block her number, save my life
Cut that wire, kill the knife
In my back, in my mind
I’m done, this time
All her friends are switching sides
Calling out the crooked lies
I broke free, I’m breathing fine
Block her number, save my life (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You’d fake a tear for the camera
Screenshot my worst at 3 a.m.
You’d say I made you feel crazy
Then wear the bruise on your grin
You’d twist a word into weapons
Turn every “sorry” to blame
You built a throne out of chaos
Then tried to crown me with shame
[Pre-Chorus]
Now they’re replaying the tapes in their heads
Every “joke” that you cracked, every thread
They used to laugh, now they flinch when you walk past
I’m changing the channel, you’re stuck in the same cast
[Chorus]
Block her number, save my life
Cut that wire, kill the knife
In my back, in my mind
I’m done, this time
All her friends are switching sides
Calling out the crooked lies
I broke free, I’m breathing fine
Block her number, save my life (hey)
[Bridge]
I’m not your mirror
I’m not your fix
You don’t get credit
For all the scars you picked
They’re in the group chat
Sending me “you were right”
You lost your audience
I got my quiet nights
[Chorus]
Block her number, save my life
Cut that wire, kill the knife
In my back, in my mind
I’m done, this time
All her friends are switching sides
Calling out the crooked lies
I broke free, I’m breathing fine
Block her number, save my life (oh)
Details
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Angsty pop-punk meets ragey chant rap; male vocals start close and conversational over palm-muted guitars and tight trap hats, then explode into a gang-shouted hook with distorted bass and crunchy power chords. Verses flip between half-sung melodies and double-time spit; pre-chorus drops to filtered drums and octave guitar, then chorus slams in wide with stacked harmonies and shout-backs. Final hook adds ad-libs and extra drum fills for cathartic payoff., pop punk, pop
Credits
Prompt byUrbanBandit868
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Escaping from a narcissistic woman to have a better life, while her friends turn on her., pop, pop punk, rage rap, male
