Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Donna with the Mounjaro glow, slimmed down,
But the scale said "nah," now it's holding its ground.
Grindin' 24/7, no clock-out sound,
Lee's your servant? Girl, where's your crown?
Gray strands sneakin', roots gone rogue,
Stress like a freight train, tracks unload.
She’s a boss, she’s a queen, but the weight of the scene
Got her running on fumes, just chasing a dream.
[Chorus]
Donna, Donna, lost in the race,
Mounjaro magic couldn't keep the pace.
Lee's in the kitchen, apron in his place,
But who’s the real king in this two-person space?
[Verse 2]
Donna, the overworker, the never-rest,
Typing through the night, while Lee irons her vest.
Calories burned, but the grind’s the real test,
Now Mounjaro's a memory, she's feelin' compressed.
Gray streaks creeping, time’s graffiti tag,
Life's marathon and you’re starting to lag.
Lee's fetching slippers, Donna snaps, "Chop-chop,"
But the fire in her eyes now a flickering stop.
[Bridge]
Mirror, mirror, who's this in the haze?
Lost the weight but the joy slipped away.
Lee's got the patience, but Donna’s on a craze,
Overworked and underloved, caught in the maze.
Style
aggressivehip-hoprapbass-heavy with sharp hi-hats and ominous synthsmale vocals
Prompt
Donna who’s lost lots of weight from mounjaro but it’s now stopped she works too hard and too long and her husband Lee is her servant she’s now going gray diss track, rap
Credits
Prompt byModalPhaser875
GeneratedNov 26, 2025
ModelAria v5
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