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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dirt on my name, brush it off, make it sleek,
Swimmin' through the chaos, call it seven days a week.
Ramen in my bowl but the sauce is bespoke,
Turn a setback lesson into power I invoke.
[Chorus]
F your problems, they ain't mine to shoulder,
Lines in my notebook colder than a boulder.
Every flaw they point at, I wore it like couture,
Unlace the hate, I’m stepping out the door.
[Verse 2]
They throwin’ bricks just to build me a throne,
Glossy on the surface but I sharpen my bone.
Pacers in the race, but my sprint's in slow-mo,
Glitch in their system, matrix about to blow.
[Bridge]
Static crackles, echoes in my mind,
Coldwave rhythm hides the grind I find.
Ambient whispers weave through trap's embrace,
Every word a glitch with a frozen face.
[Chorus]
F your problems, they ain't mine to carry,
Voicemails full of cries but my blood's adversary.
Turn up the pressure, I morph into a gem,
Shatter their gaze ‘cause I’m bored of them.
[Verse 3]
Teeth on the mic, chewing bars too raw,
Lo-fi layers, cut through aural fog’s maw.
Spitting pixels, painting glitchy skies glorious,
Clouds of chaos turn into a vibe victorious.
Details
GeneratedApr 20, 2025
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
lo-fi, glitch, live, trap, rap, female vocals, coldwave, ambient, ambient lo-fi
Credits
Prompt by
GhostCV
GhostCVModelAria v4
Prompt
F Your problems V2, rap, female, live, trap, glitch, ambient lo-fi, coldwave
