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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a '65 Mustang
Red like a bad decision
Little 289 heart
High-compression superstition
I feed her new plugs
New belts
New bootleg parts
She coughs up smoke rings
Laughs right in my face and starts
[Chorus]
She hates me
But I still choose her
Bleeds me dry till my wallet’s bare
Every mile is a new confession
Every breakdown leaves me standing there
Sparks jump out when I hit that horn
Like a busted-up birthday fuse
She hates me
But I still love her
Guess I got 289 reasons to lose
[Verse 2]
I’m late to work again
Staring at the shoulder line
Hood up
Pride down
Radiator doing overtime
I talk to her in traffic
Like a therapist on call
“If you get me home tonight
I’ll buy you every part in this catalog”
[Chorus]
She hates me
But I still choose her
Bleeds me dry till my wallet’s bare
Every mile is a new confession
Every breakdown leaves me standing there
Sparks jump out when I hit that horn
Fireworks under skies so blue
She hates me
But when she’s rolling
Yeah
She flies like she was new (oh yeah)
[Bridge]
I could trade her in
For something boring and reliable
Cold air
Quiet ride
Comfortable
Deniable
But who wants easy
When you can want too much
Chrome faith
Cracked dash
Bad love
Good clutch
[Chorus]
She hates me
But I still choose her
Bleeds me dry till my wallet’s bare
Every mile is a new confession
Every breakdown leaves me standing there
Sparks jump out when I hit that horn
Tiny lightning cutting through
She hates me
But when I floor it
Yeah
She flies and I fall through (hey!)
She flies and I fall through
Details
GeneratedMar 31, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Deadpan alt-rock groove with Cake-esque speak-singing male vocals, dry drum kit, rubbery bass, and surf-leaning tremolo guitar riffs. Verses are tight and rhythmic with lots of space, chorus widens with stacked monotone harmonies and buzzy organ. Occasional trumpet stabs on turnarounds, sardonic but affectionate energy that simmers more than explodes.
Credits
Prompt by
FrozenRocket761
FrozenRocket761ModelAria v5
Prompt
Cake (the band) style. 1965 red mustang. 289 motor. Always leaves me broke down. Pour money into her. She hates me but I always come back. Sparks fly out of the horn when honk, she flys through
