

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Every step that I take feels dangerous This my place? Feels like it ain't made for us [Verse 1] I walk in, you roll eyes like credits Every word you throw Got venom in the edits You slam doors, I slam brakes on my patience Same four walls Brand new accusations You talk loud, but you never talk honest Twist what I say Turn love into a promise You break, then you blame me, every time I'm the villain in a story I ain't even get to write [Chorus] I can't take this shit no more You keep pushin', what you actin' like this for? Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house I can't take this shit no more Every word like a war I didn't ask for Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house (yeah) [Verse 2] You wake up mad, I wake up cautious Tiptoe talk Watchin' every word I walk with You want space, then you crowd me with drama Say I'm cold But you set fire to the sofa We used to laugh in this kitchen at midnight Now it's just plates And the silence of a fist fight Not in the air But the way that you stare Like you already packed bags I can't find anywhere [Chorus] I can't take this shit no more You keep pushin', what you actin' like this for? Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house I can't take this shit no more Every word like a war I didn't ask for Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house [Bridge] [Beat drops to bass and drums] How'd we get here? Hallways feel haunted Love on the lease Guess our hearts got fronted You say "leave" Then you say that you need me You say you hate me Then cry when you see me (why?) [Band slams back in] I'm done beggin' just to breathe in my bedroom (hey!) I'm done bleedin' just to prove I defend you If you wanna walk out Ain't holdin' you down But I'm takin' back my name Takin' back my house [Chorus] I can't take this shit no more You keep pushin', what you actin' like this for? Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house I can't take this shit no more Every word like a war I didn't ask for Got me feelin' like a stranger In my own house, in my own house (yeah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive rap-rock hybrid with male vocals: distorted guitars on a chugging half-time riff, 808-infused kick and snare slams, tense verse groove that snaps into a massive, shout-along hook. Layered gang vocals on the chorus, feedback swells, and a middle section that drops to bass and drums before exploding back in. Vocals alternate tight, rhythmic flows with ragged, melodic yelling., rock
2:49
No
2/3/2026