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Lyrics
[Intro]
Teeth grit
Jaw lock
Phone dead
Heart shock
I been chasin' little rocks like they halos
Burnt spoons on the counter where the days go (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got a demon in a plastic bag
Glass stem, that's my paper tag
I don't even need a name no more
Just a hit, just a flick, then I'm on the floor
Little shards on the bathroom sink
White dust on the card, I don't even blink
I ain't slept in a week, maybe three, I forget
Paranoid at the peephole drippin' sweat
Mama call, I let it ring out
Dealer call, I never hang out
Every shadow in the hallway breathes
Every voice that I loved just leaves
Burnt lips when I kiss this stone
This my church, this my cold gravestone
Every promise that I swore, I broke
Every laugh that I had turned smoke
[Chorus]
I'm a slave to the glass, to the glow, to the flash (oh)
Sell my soul for a shard and a minute that don't last
In this hell where the angels don't text me back
Just a ghost in the club with a pipe in my hand and a panic attack
I'm a slave to the spin, to the rush, to the crash
Every high leave me hollow, wide-eyed, and trashed
If you love me, you should probably step back
'Cause I'm chained to the flame and it don't love me back
[Verse 2]
X's on my arms where the veins gave up
I was prayin' for a vein, now I'm prayin' for luck
Every friend turned face-first stranger
Every hug got a hint of danger
I been lyin' with a straight face, wide pupils
Hit deep, then I'm ice-cold, brutal
Stealin' change out my best friend's ride
Then I swear on my life that I never lied
Cut ties in a heartbeat, chase that high
Trade dad's ring for a one-gram sky
Talk tough but I beg that pipe
One more bowl, I'll be alright
Heart beat like a kick drum, chest burn
Jaw grind till the tooth chips, no concern
Bathroom stall at the club, eyes dead
Staring back at a corpse with a buzz in his head
[Chorus]
I'm a slave to the glass, to the glow, to the flash (hey)
Sell my soul for a shard and a minute that don't last
In this hell where the angels don't text me back
Just a ghost in the club with a pipe in my hand and a panic attack
I'm a slave to the spin, to the rush, to the crash
Every high leave me hollow, wide-eyed, and trashed
If you love me, you should probably step back
'Cause I'm chained to the flame and it don't love me back
[Bridge]
Who am I when the smoke clears?
Just a trembling jaw and some dried tears
Who gon' answer when I OD?
Who gon' cry when they bury me?
I keep sayin' "last time," "last hit," "I'm done"
Then I hear that click and I'm back on the run
Every prayer that I spit hit the ceiling, fall flat
And the only thing that answers is this tiny glass trap
[Chorus]
I'm a slave to the glass, to the glow, to the flash
Sell my soul for a shard and a minute that don't last
In this hell where the angels don't text me back
Just a ghost in the club with a pipe in my hand and a panic attack
I'm a slave to the spin, to the rush, to the crash
Every high leave me hollow, wide-eyed, and trashed
If you love me, you should probably step back
'Cause I'm chained to the flame and it don't love me back
Details
GeneratedFeb 25, 2026
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark emo-trap club banger with male vocals; bleak xylophone motif doubled by plucked synths over booming 808s and skittering hi-hats. Verses are half-whispered, half-snarled rap in a tight pocket, bass hitting late. Choruses explode with distorted vocal stacks, wide reverb, and a rising synth pad that swallows the room. Final hook strips back to xylophone and sub, voice cracked and close., hip hop, emo
Credits
Prompt by
GlitchTempo118
GlitchTempo118ModelAria v5
Prompt
A heavy hitting emo club banger about being a slave to crystal meth addiction and the hell and lonliness that comes with it. Use a xylophone melody, rap, hip hop, trap
