

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse] Mirror says "bro, it's your attitude," Heart's a Rubik's cube, can't solve my mood. Walk into the room, I trip on my pride, Swagger looking borrowed, like a suit that's too wide. Socks don’t match, but neither do my words, Tryna spit game, end up sounding absurd. Confidence on vacation, left me here alone, Stuck on my phone, drafting texts in that tone. [Chorus] Why no girls like me, I’m clueless, I’m stuck. Shoot my shot, but my aim’s outta luck. Why no girls like me, what's the recipe? I’m the puzzle piece, missing symmetry. [Verse 2] Tried cologne, now I smell like regret, New haircut, still no girls on deck. They swipe left, like I’m just a bad meme, Confidence so thin, it’s tearing at the seams. Metaphors for days, but can’t find the line, To make her smile or give me some time. Heart’s a mixtape, but the tracklist skips, Talking to myself like, "Bro, get a grip." [Chorus] Why no girls like me, I’m clueless, I’m stuck. Shoot my shot, but my aim’s outta luck. Why no girls like me, what's the recipe? I’m the puzzle piece, missing symmetry.
Tags
moody, rap, hip-hop, stripped-down beat with heavy 808s and sparse piano chords
1:26
No
11/28/2025