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[Verse 1]
What kind of man says, “I have feelings,”
then waits till she’s there to take them back?
Lets her pack up hope and drive toward him,
then says, “No fire, maybe we’ll never have that.”
What kind of man knows that she loves him,
then acts like he never knew?
Says “Come back, I want you here,”
then “Don’t come back” when she actually moves?
“I don’t want you to leave,”
while packing her shit.
“Trust what I tell you,”
then changing it.
And every time she questions which version is true,
somehow the fucking problem is you?
[Chorus]
WHAT KIND OF MAN
GETS IN A WOMAN’S FACE?
Uses his body to corner her,
won’t give her space?
Throws water in her face
just to make his anger land?
Then says she made him angry
like that excuses the man?
What kind of man
demands trust on command
while giving her reasons
not to trust where she stands?
[Verse 2]
What kind of man grabs her wrist?
Grabs her face?
Blocks her from leaving,
gets right in her space?
Takes her phone when she needs it,
takes her things from her hands,
acts like he’ll break them
so she understands:
You’re not leaving yet.
You’re not ending this fight.
You don’t get your own property
until I decide.
Throws her things when he’s angry,
then when everything’s through,
holds her while she’s crying
like that erases what he just put her through.
No.
You don’t start the fire
then take credit for fighting the flame.
You don’t become the comfort
and pretend you didn’t cause some of the pain.
[Chorus]
WHAT KIND OF MAN
CALLS HER “FAT BITCH” TO HER FACE?
“Stupid.” “Dumbass.”
Words chosen to put her in place.
Promises, “I won’t call you names,”
then does it again.
If you know where something hurts
and keep hitting it there…
What do you call that then?
[Bridge]
And maybe you can be gentle.
That’s what makes this so hard.
Because nobody is cruel
every minute they are.
You held me.
You calmed me.
You made me laugh too.
But tenderness afterward
doesn’t erase what came before you.
A soft voice tomorrow
doesn’t un-grab my wrist.
An apology doesn’t mean
I have to forget this.
[Final Verse]
I paid my bills AND yours,
bought the food, worked all day.
Then came home exhausted
and watched every word that I’d say.
Wrong tone. Wrong chore.
Wrong answer. Another fight.
Two, three, four in the morning,
then work at eight, do it again that night.
And you were scared I’D leave?
Maybe you should’ve been.
Because love isn’t permission
to see how much somebody can withstand.
[Outro]
So what kind of man does all of that?
I don’t need to name him.
I just know what kind of woman
I become if I stay:
Exhausted.
Confused.
Scared to say the wrong thing.
And I don’t want to be her anymore.
Details
GeneratedSep 5, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark alt-R&B, spoken-sung female vocals, heavy bass, tense beat, haunting melody, raw anger, explosive chorus.
Credits
Prompt byMRobins
ModelAria v5.5
