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Lyrics
[Verse]
Yo, my inner critic sittin' in the attic of my mind,
Cobwebbed thoughts, but he sharp with the grind.
I’m servin’ up the meals, four courses, plated clean,
He throws the dishes back, callin’ ‘em obscene.
I built this house, brick by brick, with my hands,
He’s out here screamin’, “You ain't got no plans!”
My labor feeds him, yet he spit the bread stale,
I’m climbin’ Everest, he focusin’ on the trail.
[Prechorus]
Why he live rent-free, never lend me peace?
Voice louder than the sirens in the belly of streets.
[Chorus]
Inner critic, why you always pick fights?
I provide the day, but you nitpick nights.
I give you shelter, you just throw stones,
Complainin’ in the home that I built on my own.
[Verse 2]
His tone sharp, dagger tips in every phrase,
I dim the lights low, he flicks 'em bright with the blaze.
I’m stackin’ my wins, but he topple the tower,
I plant a garden, he rains acid in the shower.
Said I’m movin’ too slow, then he call me reckless,
I’m tryna play chess, he just flips the checklist.
Critique on critique, man, it’s never enough,
I’m polishin’ the diamond, he just calls it rough.
Details
GeneratedNov 24, 2025
Duration1:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
with male vocals, rap, sample-heavy, gritty, sparse jazz piano loop over dusty drums for texture, steady, boom bap
Credits
Prompt byIndieDrone47
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Talking to my inner critic. You never say anything positive even though I take care you. I provide food & shelter while you complain. Rap, highlight bar transitions while keeping the pocket steady
