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Lyrics
[Verse]
Hate grabbed the wheel, knuckles tight, veins swollen
Shame riding shotgun, head down, words stolen
Windows fogged up, breath heavy, tension thick
Maps crumpled in the glovebox, can’t choose a stick shift
Dashboard confessions, regret on replay
Rearview mirror shows mistakes we can't unsay
Street signs whisper, "Turn back, there's still time"
But Hate just laughed, said, "This dead end's mine"
[Chorus]
Dead end cul-de-sac, marinate in the pain
Round and round, same loop, soaked in the rain
No way out, we just sit and complain
Dead end cul-de-sac, the cycle remains
[Verse 2]
Shame mumbled low, "Why’d we take this route?"
Hate shrugged shoulders, "Ain’t no point to figure it out"
Potholes in my soul, the asphalt cracked
Every mile deeper, we ain’t ever turning back
Radio static, drowning in the hiss
GPS rerouting, but ignorance insists
Shame said, "We could U-turn, try to find a way"
Hate smirked, "Nah, let’s just park here and decay"
[Bridge]
Streetlights flicker like doubts in my brain
Roundabout thoughts, looping over the same
Every "why" unanswered, every "how" ignored
Engine idling, yet we can’t move forward
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration1:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
chill, hip hop, rap, mellow beats with jazzy undertones, soft drum loops, and warm keys
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
hate and shame on a road trip. "turn here" hate yelled, "it's a dead end" shame replied. "exactly" hate said, "now we can sit in this cul-de-sac and really marinate in how we got here".
hip hop chill
