Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You threw my keys in the trash Said I’d be nothing alone Tracked every face that I liked Scanned every crack in my phone You called it “love,” it was lockdown Every fight was a show I was the villain in stories You told to people you know [Pre-Chorus] Now they’re all seeing the cracks in your halo Texting me, “yeah, you were right” on the low Funny how the truth hits, hits like a car crash I’m walking away while they’re watching the flames catch [Chorus] Block her number, save my life Cut that wire, kill the knife In my back, in my mind I’m done, this time All her friends are switching sides Calling out the crooked lies I broke free, I’m breathing fine Block her number, save my life (yeah) [Verse 2] You’d fake a tear for the camera Screenshot my worst at 3 a.m. You’d say I made you feel crazy Then wear the bruise on your grin You’d twist a word into weapons Turn every “sorry” to blame You built a throne out of chaos Then tried to crown me with shame [Pre-Chorus] Now they’re replaying the tapes in their heads Every “joke” that you cracked, every thread They used to laugh, now they flinch when you walk past I’m changing the channel, you’re stuck in the same cast [Chorus] Block her number, save my life Cut that wire, kill the knife In my back, in my mind I’m done, this time All her friends are switching sides Calling out the crooked lies I broke free, I’m breathing fine Block her number, save my life (hey) [Bridge] I’m not your mirror I’m not your fix You don’t get credit For all the scars you picked They’re in the group chat Sending me “you were right” You lost your audience I got my quiet nights [Chorus] Block her number, save my life Cut that wire, kill the knife In my back, in my mind I’m done, this time All her friends are switching sides Calling out the crooked lies I broke free, I’m breathing fine Block her number, save my life (oh)
Tags
rap, Angsty pop-punk meets ragey chant rap; male vocals start close and conversational over palm-muted guitars and tight trap hats, then explode into a gang-shouted hook with distorted bass and crunchy power chords. Verses flip between half-sung melodies and double-time spit; pre-chorus drops to filtered drums and octave guitar, then chorus slams in wide with stacked harmonies and shout-backs. Final hook adds ad-libs and extra drum fills for cathartic payoff., pop punk, pop
Duration
2:50
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026