Lyrics
[Intro]
Half-full cup on the nightstand
Ash on my shirt, I’m sinking
You said “call when you land”
Now I’m still here, overthinking (yeah)
[Verse 1]
You left your hoodie on my chair
Smells like fights and your cheap perfume
We tore each other up in there
Two wrecking balls in a small-ass room
I ain’t been right in a minute
Sleep feels fake, every blink got you in it
Scroll your page, see you laugh like you winning
I’m stuck replaying every fucked-up beginning
[Chorus]
I’m still drunk on the words you threw
Every “fuck you” cut straight through
You were home, now you just bad news
But I still fall, still crawl back to you
Goddamn, it hurts how I miss that mess
Your name tattooed in my hollow chest
If love ain’t shit, why’s it feel like truth?
I still fall, still crawl back to you (back to you)
[Verse 2]
You said I never open up
But when I did, you weaponized my scars
Told your friends all the secrets from my gut
Turned my trauma into jokes at the bar
I ain’t innocent either
Called you names just to watch you shiver
Punched holes in the drywall, bleeding
You patched ‘em up but we stayed uneven
We were two bad habits in a big-ass bed
Crying on shoulders we both misread
Now I eat takeout for two in my head
Talk to the silence like you ain’t left yet (fuck)
[Chorus]
I’m still drunk on the words you threw
Every “fuck you” cut straight through
You were home, now you just bad news
But I still fall, still crawl back to you
Goddamn, it hurts how I miss that mess
Your name tattooed in my hollow chest
If love ain’t shit, why’s it feel like truth?
I still fall, still crawl back to you (back to you)
[Bridge]
Yeah, I know we were toxic as hell (as hell)
Still I’d trade this empty space for one more yell
One more slammed door, one more “I hate you”
‘Cause quiet feels louder than we ever knew
[Instrumental]
[Extended, emotional saxophone solo over a slow, hypnotic jazz-rap groove—sax crying, bending into blue notes, then answering ghost-echoes of the chorus melody before fading into a soft Rhodes chord]
[Chorus]
I’m still drunk on the words you threw
Every “fuck you” cut straight through
You were home, now you just bad news
But I still fall, still crawl back to you
Goddamn, it hurts how I miss that mess
Your name tattooed in my hollow chest
If love ain’t shit, why’s it feel like truth?
I still fall, still crawl back to you (back to you)
Style
rapsmoky hip-hop jazz cypher: brushed drumsupright bass walking lazydusty rhodes chordsand a rawemotional sax lead weaving between verses. male vocalsclose and confessionalverses in a lowtalked-through rap that climbs into a strained melodic hook. chorus opens with stacked harmonies and reverbsax answering each line. mid-song extended sax solo over a half-time pocketthen everything drops to vocal and bass before a finalcathartic hook.jazzdeepemotionalsaxophone
Prompt
Give me a hiphop jazz and rap song
Deep emotions and swear words are okay
Emotional saxophone solo
Credits
Prompt byRemiAntoun
GeneratedMar 30, 2026
ModelAria v5
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