

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You were talkin' like a legend Cheap crown, plastic on your head Screenshot life, all flex, no sweat But you bled every time I said "bet" You flipped sides for a lil' hype Sold out trust for a lil' like Played that snake in a brand new skin Singin' "we friends" while you twist that pin [Chorus] You pretend to win, then you crawl back to me Now you stalk my shadow like you own my peace You broke that bridge, then you beg on the phone So leave me the fuck alone You realized too late I was real to the bone Now you cry for a seat on a throne you don't own You want back in but the gates are closed So leave me the fuck alone [Verse 2] You were lurkin' in the background Fake cheer, quiet every time I snapped now Said "love" while you loaded up a meltdown Tried to bury me, now you dig my sound (yeah) Every story that you twist, that you tell Still smells like fear and cheap hair gel You took shots hopin' I would fall off track Now you watch every move, want the old me back [Chorus] You pretend to win, then you crawl back to me Now you stalk my shadow like you own my peace You broke that bridge, then you beg on the phone So leave me the fuck alone You realized too late I was real to the bone Now you cry for a seat on a throne you don't own You want back in but the gates are closed So leave me the fuck alone [Bridge] No more "sorry" on repeat No more circles, I’m at peace You picked a side, stay in that seat You lost your place, not my sleep (nah) I was the realest thing you ever touched You burned it all, that’s on you, that’s enough [Chorus] You pretend to win, then you crawl back to me Now you stalk my shadow like you own my peace You broke that bridge, then you beg on the phone So leave me the fuck alone You realized too late I was real to the bone Now you cry for a seat on a throne you don't own You want back in but the gates are closed So leave me the fuck alone (yeah) Leave me the fuck alone
Tags
rap, Aggressive rap-rock hybrid with male vocals, palm-muted guitars under the verses and halftime stomp drums; chorus explodes into hard rock power chords and gang vocals. Short feedback squeals and pick slides between sections; vocal doubles on key punchlines and a shouted outro that rides a final, chugging riff., fake, hard rock, rock
2:44
No
3/29/2026