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Lyrics
Time kills
Feel good when I pop pills
Everyone gon shoot their shots
Just let ‘em know that you’re mine still
I drill
Hit licks to pay bills
Not really the best life
Don’t think about it, it pays bills
Don’t tweet about it, no Meek Mill
How many blood have spilled
On these red bottoms
Can only sleep with some Night Quill
Never grew up with Uncle Phil
Never went to a Doctor Phil
No wonder they think that I’m mentally ill
Chorus
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
It’s too late, baby
If you wanna come save me, baby
Don’t try to persuade me, baby
Don’t care if the whole world hate me
Don’t care if you do not rate me
Don’t care, you gon berate me
Everyone I trust just betrays me
Then try to act like they made me
Funny, fake friends actin’ funny
Only want to use me like I’m some big dummy
From me, get the fuck away from me
I’m not your friend, stop actin’ like we so chummy
Chorus
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
Your words don’t mean shit
Details
GeneratedAug 30, 2025
Duration2:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark, melodic NY drill with heavy 808s, distorted synths, and obscure vocal samples, 130-140 BPM, raw and emotional.
Credits
Prompt by
TuneBae
TuneBaeModelAria v4
