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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock on the wall says
"where you been?"
Phone full of names I don't write back
Paycheck vanished in a plastic glass
Whole week gone in the bottom of that
Mom keep callin'
I let it ring
Friends went quiet
They done with the scene
I keep sayin'
"I can stop when I want"
But I'm missin' who I wanted to be
[Chorus]
I'm losing myself over this bottle
Losing everything I worked for
Drop by drop
Every promise that I poured into tomorrow
Spillin' on the floor
And I can't make it stop
I'm losing myself over this bottle
Watchin' all my wins turn into doubt
If I don't climb out right now
Full throttle
This thing's gonna take me out
[Verse 2]
Suit in the closet
Dust on the sleeve
Used to wear it like I'm meant to succeed
Now I'm late
Show up smelling like shame
Boss say
"One more slip
You're out of the game"
Mirror in the bathroom
Red in my eyes
Can't tell the difference between truth and lies
"Just one more
" that's the story I sell
But I know I'm on a highway straight to hell
[Chorus]
I'm losing myself over this bottle
Losing everything I worked for
Drop by drop
Every promise that I poured into tomorrow
Spillin' on the floor
And I can't make it stop
I'm losing myself over this bottle
Watchin' all my wins turn into doubt
If I don't climb out right now
Full throttle
This thing's gonna take me out
[Bridge]
Do I really wanna trade my soul
For a short
Sharp burn and an empty room?
I remember how the sunlight felt
Back before this glass became my tomb (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm losing myself over this bottle
Losing everything I worked for
Drop by drop
Every promise that I poured into tomorrow
Spillin' on the floor
And I can't make it stop
I'm losing myself over this bottle
But a small voice says
"You can turn around"
If I reach for help right now
Full throttle
Maybe I won't drown (won't drown)
Details
GeneratedFeb 24, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Moody acoustic trap ballad with male vocals; hushed guitar picking under intimate verses, 808 subs and sparse claps entering on the hook. Chorus widens with airy pads and stacked harmonies, vocal cracks and breaths left raw in the mix. Final chorus strips to voice and guitar for a bruised, confessional ending.
Credits
Prompt byLuckyMars713
ModelAria v5
Prompt
male losing myself losing everything I worked for over a bottle I’m struggling
