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Lyrics
Black jeans high, ankles cold,
Good heart burning, blood runs bold.
Sharp jaw, future locked in tight,
Trying to score on Friday night.
Girls want cash, flash, quick fame,
Swipe left fast — all the same.
He talks truth, no pickup lies,
Just steady voice and honest eyes.
Chorus
I’m too real to win this game,
No fake flex, no fake name.
Yeah I’m horny, yeah I try —
Still watch better chances die.
Good man stuck in a bad scene,
Too damn honest, too damn clean.
Loud-mouth clown gets the kiss,
He’s got depth they always miss.
Golden heart, no cheap disguise —
Wrong damn world for decent guys.
Details
GeneratedMar 3, 2026
Duration1:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Punk rock, male singer, husky with high tone and pitch
Credits
Prompt by
BoringPersonATW
BoringPersonATWModelAria v5
