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Lyrics
[Verse]
Your sorry hit my chest with a steel-tipped dart,
"Didn't mean it like that," but you carved the art.
Got a silver tongue sharper than switchblade teeth,
Fake smile hiding poison in the words beneath.
[Chorus]
Backhanded blur, your words leave scars,
Drive-by empathy in junked-out cars.
Compliments twisted, a smoke-screen thrill,
You’re the storm in a teacup, swallowing pills.
[Verse 2]
"Not tryna judge," but your gaze says worse,
Preaching from a soapbox, rehearsed and cursed.
Your peace drops cold, got frostbite cries,
Advice from the blind on how to see skies.
[Bridge]
Wolf in sheep’s hype, dripping disguise,
Hollow handshake, empty replies.
Brain like a boulder, cold as the sea,
No grasp on the mirror reflecting the me.
[Chorus]
Backhanded blur, your words leave scars,
Drive-by empathy in junked-out cars.
Compliments twisted, a smoke-screen thrill,
You’re the storm in a teacup, swallowing pills.
[Verse 3]
Sympathy auctioned cheap on a discount rack,
Your currency's fake, no change to unpack.
Serve opinions raw, never asked for the dish,
Your truth’s a black cat in an empty fish wish.
Details
GeneratedMar 23, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, contrabass, punk
Credits
Prompt by
Romano5150
Romano5150ModelAria v4
Prompt
Backhanded apology. You truly have no empathy. Backhanded compliments. You got no grasp on reality. Why can’t you say your peace without advice., male, rap, punk, contrabass
