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🔹 [INTRO – Low synth pads + soft hi-hat tap]
(Moody Loe, speaking over beat)
“You got trust funds…
I got trust issues.
We don’t even love the same.”
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🔹 [HOOK – Melodic, mid-register]
You got trust funds, I got trust issues
You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses
You heal with books, I vent with pistols
You got brunch, I got brothers in the system
You speak soft, I speak survival
You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals
You want love, but my heart got rivals
We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral
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🔹 [VERSE 1 – Storytelling tone, steady rhythm]
You got therapists and guided retreats
I got demons and a list I keep
You wine and dine, I duck one-times
You want closure — I just want time
I told you this ain’t fantasy
I love you, but I move like I’m panickin’
You don’t flinch when the doorbell ring
I got trauma that sings when the phone don’t ping
You said, “Why can’t you trust me?”
I said, “Because love ain’t touched me”
You want a man who could heal and reflect
I’m still learnin’ how to not react with a threat
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🔹 [HOOK – Repeat with light harmony]
You got trust funds, I got trust issues
You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses
You heal with books, I vent with pistols
You got brunch, I got brothers in the system
You speak soft, I speak survival
You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals
You want love, but my heart got rivals
We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral
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🔹 [VERSE 2 – Smooth delivery, falsetto adlibs on last words]
You wear white dresses on beaches
I wear black hoodies in bleachers
You talk “safe space,” I talk “safe house”
You talk “new love,” I talk “stakeout”
You never had to check if the rent’s on time
I been watchin’ for snakes since I learned to climb
You love hard — I love like it’s war
We both crave more, but we fight what’s in store
I don’t fit in your circle, I’m rough on the edges
You pray over brunch, I pray by the hedges
We kiss, but our worlds don’t blend
So we love like a movie that ain’t got an end
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🔹 [BRIDGE – Spanglish harmony blend]
Tú vives bien… yo viví en guerra
You want peace — I’m still scared of mirrors
I bring bags, you bring bands
But neither of us know how to hold hands
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🔹 [FINAL HOOK – Bigger harmonies, layered vocals]
You got trust funds, I got trust issues
You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses
You heal with books, I vent with pistols
You got brunch, I got brothers in the system
You speak soft, I speak survival
You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals
You want love, but my heart got rivals
We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral
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🔹 [OUTRO – Soft female voicemail FX]
(Her voice, warm but frustrated)
“I don’t care where you’re from…
I just wanna be where you are.”
(door closes softly → beat fades)
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