Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black dress on the floor Lipstick on your throat You said “ride or die” Guess you never wrote that note Screenshots in my phone Red flags in a row You were playing God I was playing dumb, now you know [Chorus] RIP to the old me Buried that girl six feet deep You don’t get to hold me Haunting you when you can’t sleep (yeah) RIP to the story You keep telling ‘bout you and me Say you miss what we could be But that version’s dead, may she rest in peace [Verse 2] Late calls, you confess Only when you’re drunk Now you’re at my door But your flowers smell like smoke and rust You made your little bed Line of broken hearts Carved my name in stone Now I’m tearing up your work of art [Chorus] RIP to the old me Buried that girl six feet deep You don’t get to hold me Haunting you when you can’t sleep (oh) RIP to the story You keep telling ‘bout you and me Say you miss what we could be But that version’s dead, may she rest in peace [Bridge] I lit the match Watched our past turn gray You fade to black I walk away (walk away) [Chorus] RIP to the old me Buried that girl six feet deep You don’t get to hold me Haunting you when you can’t sleep RIP to the story You keep telling ‘bout you and me Say you miss what we could be But that version’s dead, may she rest in peace (rest in peace)
Tags
rap, Dark pop-trap with female vocals; eerie bell plucks over a moody sub, sparse verses with close-mic whispers and tight hats, then a huge, chanty chorus with stacked gang vocals and distorted 808 swells. FX risers and reversed vocal chops between sections to glue it all, hook front and center, crisp top-end sheen., pop, beats
Duration
2:26
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026