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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Sleep with my shoes on
Dreams in a shoebox, taped and torn
Laugh in the bathroom, eyes on the floor
Whole lotta rage I can’t afford
Bite on the chain till the metal tastes red
Scroll till the sun goes dead
Friends turn ghosts in the blue light glow
They don’t text back, they just reload
[Chorus]
I got glass in my throat when I talk about trust (trust, trust)
Every time I open up it cuts (cuts)
You say, “Calm down,” but I’m stuck on disgust
Heart in a choke, yeah it rusts, it rusts
I got glass in my throat and it’s scratching your name
Bleed when I spit, I’m addicted to the pain (to the pain)
If I vanish in the static, would you look away?
Or would you miss my glitch when I fade?
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Smirk on my face like the mask don’t slip
Hands go numb when the mood swings hit
You call me crazy, I call it “don’t trip”
I call it “burn out before we click”
Tear up the pics, leave the frame on the shelf
You loved who I was, never met my real self
Whole room spins when your voice gets thin
You say “we good,” I just hear you win
[Chorus]
I got glass in my throat when I talk about trust (trust, trust)
Every time I open up it cuts (cuts)
You say, “Calm down,” but I’m stuck on disgust
Heart in a choke, yeah it rusts, it rusts
I got glass in my throat and it’s scratching your name
Bleed when I spit, I’m addicted to the pain (to the pain)
If I vanish in the static, would you look away?
Or would you miss my glitch when I fade?
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Glitchy emo rage trap, plugg leads and brittle, icy bells folding into a violently sidechained low end; male vocals in a low, menacing near-spoken verse delivery, choruses widen into smeared, stereo-stretched stacks and distant screams, with sparse reverb bursts and abrupt filter drops to exaggerate the anxiety swings, emo, male vocals, low
Credits
Prompt by
scottriplove
scottriploveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Glitchy emo rage trap with plugg leads and brittle, icy bells stuttering over a violently ducking low end. Male vocals in a low, menacing register, almost spoken in the verses, with smeared, wide
