Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You pull up in that old gray hoodie Lip gloss on my white t‑shirt Laughin' like you never could hurt me Eyes say every wrong word first Cold hands on my warm tattoo You trace what you never read You say that you hate my truth Still fall asleep in my bed [Chorus] Soft hands, hard lessons on my skin Every time you leave, you crawl back in We make love like we're tryna forget Every lie that you ain't told yet Slow grind, fast heart, I lose my head You break me, then you fix my bed If this is love, guess I like the bruise 'Cause I keep choosing you, you, you [Verse 2] You call when your phone at two percent Knowin' I'm the last one up Tears sittin' on your mascara Drippin' in my plastic cup You say, "Boy, I don't deserve you" But you bite my neck like you do Leave marks where your faith runs out Little maps that all lead back to you [Chorus] Soft hands, hard lessons on my skin Every time you leave, you crawl back in We make love like we're tryna forget Every lie that you ain't told yet Slow grind, fast heart, I lose my head You break me, then you fix my bed If this is love, guess I like the bruise 'Cause I keep choosing you, you, you [Bridge] You only honest with the lights down low (oh) Breath in my ear, say you'll change, say you'll grow I only strong when you're already gone Soon as you knock I let you in with your shoes still on [Chorus] Soft hands, hard lessons on my skin Every time you leave, you crawl back in We make love like we're tryna forget Every lie that you ain't told yet Slow grind, fast heart, I lose my head You break me, then you fix my bed If this is love, guess I like the bruise 'Cause I keep choosing you, you, you
Tags
rap, Late-night mellow trap with warm Rhodes keys, round subs, and tight hats; male vocals in a low, intimate register, almost whispered. Verses ride a lazy pocket with subtle pitch-corrected melodies; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and airy pads. Minimal FX, lots of reverb on ad-libs, sensual but bittersweet energy that crests on each hook then sinks back into a hushed, confessional mood.
Duration
3:15
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026