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[Verse]
Glue gun hands, they try to patch my seams,
Stitching up dreams that ain't even my dreams.
Screws loose? Nah, they just don't fit,
Tried to hammer me down, but I ain't their fix-it kit.
Mirror cracked, but I still see me whole,
They patch my frame, I’m patching my soul.
Got duct tape hearts in a ziplock bag,
But I ain't their project, I ain't their tag.
[Chorus]
This ain't built-a-woman workshop, nah.
I’m no doll for your flaws, no saw, no spa.
Fix yourself, don’t hand me your blame,
Not a puzzle, not a game, don’t say my name.
[Verse 2]
Pliers on my patience, they bend and twist,
Trying to carve me out with a checklist fist.
Sandpaper words, they scrape my skin,
But I’m polished enough, I don’t need to begin.
Blueprints burned, I rewrite my schemes,
No nuts, no bolts, just gasoline dreams.
Lego block lives, they click and fall,
But I build skyscrapers while they build walls.
[Bridge]
Got no warranty, no receipt to show,
Don’t return me to a place I don’t owe.
Frankenstein minds, they think they’re so wise,
But I’m lightning struck, not stitched by their lies.
Details
GeneratedDec 21, 2025
Duration1:15
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, trap, hard-hitting, 808-heavy, female vocals, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
JaquelyneJones2pt0
JaquelyneJones2pt0ModelAria v5
Prompt
I'm done fixing things I didn't break. This isn't built-a-woman workshop., female, rap, trap, hip hop
