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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
You don’t want the truth, huh?
Only what fits you
[Verse 1]
You walk in the room, fake halo, staged tears
Point at me like I built all your fears
Script in your purse, got lines on repeat
Every word sweet poison, drippin’ on the seat
You dress up revenge in a velvet voice
Say “believe women” while you bend that choice
You want chains on my wrists, not peace in your mind
Turn a judge to your therapist, blame me for your grind (yeah)
[Chorus]
You got paper chains
Tryna drag my name through flames
But the ink on your lies
Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame
You got paper chains
Folded fears that you can’t tame
You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint
But you can’t outrun your own pain
[Verse 2]
You call up the law like it’s room service (ring)
Order up a villain, tell ’em “he’s worthless”
Pose in the lobby, mascara in streams
Posting your hurt while you hide your schemes
You practiced that tremble in the bathroom mirror
Change every story when the smoke gets clearer
You don’t want answers, you want applause
Turn trauma to a trophy, carve it in my flaws (hey)
You hide your demons in designer bags
Stuff ‘em with affidavits, colored flags
Turn love into footage, edit every frame
Cut out your reflection, leave only my blame
[Chorus]
You got paper chains
Tryna drag my name through flames
But the ink on your lies
Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame
You got paper chains
Folded fears that you can’t tame
You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint
But you can’t outrun your own pain
[Bridge]
Who you tryna fool when the lights cut off?
When the phone don’t ring and the mask falls off?
Do you hear my voice or your own in the dark?
Do you see my face or your fractured heart? (yeah)
You weaponize hurt just to hide your scars
Turn every bruise to a prison bar
But bars made of paper can’t cage the truth
They curl, they burn, they expose you
[Chorus]
You got paper chains
Tryna drag my name through flames
But the ink on your lies
Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame
You got paper chains
Folded fears that you can’t tame
You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint
But you can’t outrun your own pain
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark trap-rap with female vocals delivering a venomous, controlled flow. Sparse, detuned bells over sliding bass and rattling hats; verses sit in a tight pocket, voice almost whispered at first, then sharpening into a snarling mid-range. Hook widens with layered doubles and low-octave harmonies, kick and 808s hit heavier. Occasional chopped ad-libs and pitched-down echoes to suggest inner demons leaking through the mask., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byBoldRider35
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A female silencing a man with lies and manipulation. Weaponizing the courts. She wants to hide her true demons., rap, trap, hip hop
