Lyrics
[Intro]
Late calls
Name saved wrong
Screens dim
Shades drawn (shh)
[Verse 1]
You pull up two streets over
Parked up by the corner store
Said you just "out with the bros"
But you texting that you need me more
Your ring light still on her finger
You twist it when you touch my thighs
Say you "stressed" and you "complicated"
I just laugh like, baby, join the line
I pour wine in a coffee mug
You kiss me in that hallway frame
You say, "If they talk, they talk"
I say, "If it’s fire, let it flame"
[Chorus]
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Main dish when the blinds drop
She can post him in her grid
I’m the one that make his mind stop
Tell your lil friends keep talkin’
They just echo when the time’s up
I don’t care if the tea spill
I’m the reason that the kettle hot (yeah)
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Late night when the locks pop
She can wear his last name
I’m the one that make his heart stop
[Verse 2]
He tell you "phone died" when he with me
Airplane mode, but he still land here
Got his hoodie on my body like a trophy
Lip gloss on his neck like a smear
You at home tryna guess his password
I’m over here knowin’ what he fear
He whisper "you the only one that get me"
Funny how he never sound that clear
He say you always start drama
I just start the shower, let it run
You be scrollin’ through his stories for a hint
I be livin’ out the part you never won
[Chorus]
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Main dish when the blinds drop
She can post him in her grid
I’m the one that make his mind stop
Tell your lil friends keep talkin’
They just echo when the time’s up
I don’t care if the tea spill
I’m the reason that the kettle hot (yeah)
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Late night when the locks pop
She can wear his last name
I’m the one that make his heart stop
[Bridge]
[beat drops to half-time, whispered ad-libs]
If you knew what he say when he here
You would block him, not cry in the mirror
If you knew how he move when he drunk
You would pack that bag, disappear
But you love that picture-perfect
I love the mess behind the scenes
You hold the title, hold the taxes
I hold the secrets, hold the dreams
[Chorus]
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Main dish when the blinds drop
She can post him in her grid
I’m the one that make his mind stop
Tell your lil friends keep talkin’
They just echo when the time’s up
I don’t care if the tea spill
I’m the reason that the kettle hot (yeah)
I’m his side piece on the sidewalk
Late night when the locks pop
She can wear his last name
I’m the one that make his heart stop
Style
rapdark new york drill groove with swung hi-hatssliding bassand distant siren textures. female vocals switch between sultry r&b melodies and coldlocked-in drill flows. verses stay intimate and close-mic’dad-libs tucked around the lead. choruses slam with stacked harmonies and a tauntingchant-like hook aimed at the haters. occasional half-time switch and filtered beat drops to spotlight key lines.r&bdrill
Prompt
R&b love story about a girl being secret lover to a married man and not caring to get caught with subliminal messages to the haters New York drill beat rap chorus 5 minute song fuck his girlfriend
Credits
Prompt bymikewatts
GeneratedMar 1, 2026
ModelAria v5
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