Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I turn hobbies into homework
Fun into a scoreboard
Every little thing I touch
I treat it like a warlord
Grip too tight
And I crush what I’m holding
Whole life graded
On a test I wrote then folded
Red ink in my head
Every thought gets corrected
Mirror like a judge
Hands high, I’m inspected
If it ain’t perfect, it’s worthless
That’s the script
So when it all falls flat
I pretend I don’t slip
[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing first place in a solo race
Arguing with ghosts I can’t erase
Wonder if the game already set up
Or if I’m just a bug that they won’t patch up
[Chorus]
Dear Madam Herta, am I real or a reset?
Am I stats on a screen you ain’t seen yet?
If I fail every route that I select
Is it me, or a script I can’t reject?
Dear Madam Herta, can you sign my mistakes?
Put a stamp on the mess that my mind makes
If I’m stuck as a flaw in your project
Tell me I’m more than a failed test subject
[Verse 2]
Every fall feels final
Every loss feels loaded
I rewind the run
Try to see how it exploded
Scroll through the data
Breaking down each frame
Like if I find the glitch
You’ll finally say my name
“Kid, you’re obsessed”
Yeah, I know, I just fake calm
Smile in the crash
Like the fire’s just a napalm
Ask myself daily
Is this fate or design?
Did you code me to crumble
Right before the finish line?
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
If I quit, do I vanish?
If I win, do I wake up?
If I stall, does the whole thing freeze?
Or do you just change the makeup?
[whispered vocals]
Tell me what you see
When the system scans my soul
Am I trash data,
Or a patch note you stole?
[Chorus]
Dear Madam Herta, am I real or a reset?
Am I stats on a screen you ain’t seen yet?
If I fail every route that I select
Is it me, or a script I can’t reject?
Dear Madam Herta, can you sign my mistakes?
Put a stamp on the mess that my mind makes
If I’m stuck as a flaw in your project
Tell me I’m more than a failed test subject
Style
rapdark cinematic rap beatswung drums and moody detuned bells over sub bass. verses double-tracked in places with urgent male vocals; hook brings chant-style gang vocals and filtered risers. occasional glitchy stutters on key punchlinesending on a starkalmost acapella final bar.
Prompt
Feeling obsessed with trying to be the best at anything he touches, no matter the effort the outcome always results in failure. Questions reality and seeks approval from Madam Herta from HSR., rap
Credits
Prompt by
Plumpy
PlumpyGeneratedJan 2, 2026
ModelAria v5
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