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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You smell like her on your sweater
Lip gloss stain on my couch
You come home talkin’ ‘bout pressure
Phone face down, screen blacked out
I scroll, see hearts on your photo
But that text thread cuts my pride
“Miss last night, can’t wait for solo”
Typed last week, same damn time
[Chorus]
Backseat confessions, sweat on the window
You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow
Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath
You kill what we had then you beg it to death
Backseat confessions, claws in my skin
You moan out my name but you whisper her sins
Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself
I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You grab my hair like a handle
Bite my neck, say “you’re the one”
I see her face in the shadows
Hear her laugh in every grunt
I hate the taste, but I crave it
Every thrust feel like a lie
Every high hit like a hatred
Every climax wanna cry
[Chorus]
Backseat confessions, sweat on the window
You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow
Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath
You kill what we had then you beg it to death
Backseat confessions, claws in my skin
You moan out my name but you whisper her sins
Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself
I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (nah)
[Bridge]
Who’s worse, you or me?
You cheat, I let it be
I drown in dirty sheets
To feel you needin’ me
Who’s worse, you or me?
Your lies, my loyalty
Your hands, my habits
We both in too deep (too deep)
[Chorus]
Backseat confessions, sweat on the window
You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow
Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath
You kill what we had then you beg it to death
Backseat confessions, claws in my skin
You moan out my name but you whisper her sins
Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself
I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (still don’t leave)
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, head-nodding trap with swung drums, detuned bells, and eerie pads; male vocals delivered in a low, controlled growl that erupts on the hook. Choruses stack aggressive doubles and whispered ad-libs; verses stay sparse so the storytelling cuts through. Sub bass rumbles, hats stutter on triplets, and a filtered breakdown before the last hook cranks the tension., hip hop
Credits
Prompt bydeathdealer
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Sex, lust, anger, cheating, guilt, rap, hip hop
