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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Scroll burn on my thumb
Red eyes, room dim
Friends all in my phone
Still feel like a ghost limb
Jaw tight, bite steel
Teeth grind through the night
Dead stare, blue screen
Cold glow, no light
Talk tough in the chat
In person, they hide
I keep all the receipts
I keep all of my spite
Paranoid pattern
Every ping feel planned
If you reach for my heart
You gon’ pull back sand
[Chorus]
I put a halo on my hate
Watch it spin around my head
Every memory a blade
Every “love u” something dead
You said, “I’ll stay”
Then you slipped right through my hands
Now my trust got fangs
And it’s laughing while it clamps
Halo on my hate
Let it circle, let it scrape
If you want the old me back
You gon’ have to meet the shade
[Verse 2]
Black nail, cracked phone
Same fight, new day
You post, I scroll
Tongue sharp, dead face
You left, I broke
Then I built new teeth
Now your name in my texts
Just a glitch, just a breach
You said, “grow up”
I grew thorns through my veins
Now I drip what I think
Every word, acid rain
Barely raise my voice
Still you flinch when I breathe
‘Cause you know what I know
And you know you can't leave
[Chorus]
I put a halo on my hate
Watch it spin around my head
Every memory a blade
Every “love u” something dead
You said, “I’ll stay”
Then you slipped right through my hands
Now my trust got fangs
And it’s laughing while it clamps
Halo on my hate
Let it circle, let it scrape
If you want the old me back
You gon’ have to meet the shade
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration1:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Glitchy emo rage trap with male vocals; cold plugg leads and brittle, icy bells weaving through a violently sidechained low end. Verses stay low, near-spoken and menacing over sparse drums; choruses smear into wide, detuned stacks with distorted doubles and pitched backups, reverb tails blooming as the 808 slams harder. Occasional stutter edits and tape-stop drops for extra unease., low, male vocals, emo
Credits
Prompt by
scottriplove
scottriploveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Glitchy emo rage trap, plugg leads and brittle, icy bells folding into a violently sidechained low end; male vocals in a low, menacing near-spoken verse deliverychoruses widen into smeared, ste
