Lyrics
[Intro]
Two phones, both dead
One heart, all red
Dark thoughts, bright chain
Same ride, new pain (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Ash in the tray, still burnin'
Text you, then I start cursin'
Blue ticks, I keep on learnin'
Love cheap, but this habit turnin'
Backseat full of my demons
Front seat full of my sins
Back home, mama still prayin'
I cash out, then I dive back in
Whole crib silent, mind loud
Scrollin' through the hate, feel proud?
Liquor on the counter like a friend
Tell me that it’s fine, then it ends
I been tryna outrun my reflection
Every bottle just blurs my direction
Every DM just feeds my addiction
Every night feel like new confession (yeah)
[Chorus]
These late night lullabies
Got me singin' to my vices
Gold teeth, bloodshot eyes
Still I dance around the crisis
I’m too high to apologize
Too low not to try it
Fame just sharpened all my knives
These late night, late night lullabies (yeah)
[Verse 2]
New crib, still feel boxed in
Big safe, but my soul locked in
I was broke, now the talk top ten
Same pain, just a new top spin
I turned trauma to a ticket, now the wrist on flood
Turned the rumors to a business, now we bathe in suds
Turned the heartbreak to a heartless buzz
You ain’t with me from the dirt? You can watch from the club (yeah, yeah)
Big body roll through the city like it owe me
Used to get curved, now the same ones wanna know me
Hit decline twice, let it ring for the old me (brrt)
Tell 'em I’m fine, but the voice still choke me
Countin' up wins, still losin' my sleep
Everybody eatin', but I’m starvin' deep
Got a hundred new plots, same old grief
Got a billion-up dream, still a hole in the seat (facts)
[Chorus]
These late night lullabies
Got me singin' to my vices
Gold teeth, bloodshot eyes
Still I dance around the crisis
I’m too high to apologize
Too low not to try it
Fame just sharpened all my knives
These late night, late night lullabies (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Pray on my knees, then I’m back on the road
Tell God I’ll change, then I’m back in my mode (uh)
Whole life sold for a diamond code
How I feel so rich, but I’m still this cold?
[Chorus]
These late night lullabies
Got me singin' to my vices
Gold teeth, bloodshot eyes
Still I dance around the crisis
I’m too high to apologize
Too low not to try it
Fame just sharpened all my knives
These late night, late night lullabies (late night)
These late night, late night lullabies (yeah)
Style
rapmelodic trap-rap with male vocals: spaciousmoody synth pads over lumbering southern low-end and crispup-front snares. verses ride a half-sungpain-tinged flow that leans into harmonic minor toplines; hook smooths into a catchyalmost r&b phrasing with stacked harmonies and airy ad-libs. first verse intimate and confessionalsecond verse ramps into aggressive flex energy with quicker cadences and ad-lib callouts. sub-bass dominates the low spectrum; subtle reversed textures and delay throws add a hazynocturnal feel.moodysmooth
Prompt
Moody rap-sung flow, melodic pain verses over heavy Texas 808s, syrupy bass, sharp snares—introspective bars about vices, fame, late-night spirals, then hard flex talk, explicit grit, hook smooth
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahGeneratedFeb 20, 2026
ModelAria v5
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