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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m sick of the talk
Sick of the grin
Shake your damn hand
Then you do it again
Big talk, thin smoke
Cheap cologne
All that sweet-mouth shit
Leaves me cold to the bone
You said “count on me”
Then you backed off
Left me high and dry
Like a half-burnt straw
Too many tongues
Too loose, too slick
Every other promise
Got a crack in it
[Pre-Chorus]
And I can’t keep track
Of who meant what
Every “for sure”
Turns to dust
So save your speech
Save your line
I seen the truth
In the dead of time
[Chorus]
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the lies
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the disguise
Too many snakes
Too many fakes
Too many shoulda woulda couldas
Breakin’ my day (breaking my day)
Fuck it, I’m done
[Verse 2]
Heard “my bad” so much
It lost its skin
Same old excuse
Worn paper thin
Whole damn town
Full of borrowed words
Sound all right
Till they’re never heard
And I’m through waitin’
On a maybe man
On a maybe plan
With a shaky hand
If your yes ain’t steel
And your no ain’t real
Keep that candy talk
I don’t need that deal
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m past the hope
Past the rope
Past the “one more chance”
And the fake-ass cope
So save your speech
Save your shine
I’ve seen the truth
And it ain’t mine
[Chorus]
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the lies
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the disguise
Too many snakes
Too many fakes
Too many shoulda woulda couldas
Breakin’ my day (breaking my day)
Fuck it, I’m done
[Bridge]
I used to believe
Every word folks sold
Now I read hands
Not mouths that roll
If you want my trust
Bring something true
’Cause I’m out here raw
And I’m cut by you
[Chorus]
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the lies
Fuck it, I’m done
Done with the disguise
Too many snakes
Too many fakes
Too many shoulda woulda couldas
Breakin’ my day (breaking my day)
Fuck it, I’m done
Details
GeneratedApr 21, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap with stomping half-time drums, gritty acoustic guitar chops, and a dusty 808 pulse; verse rides sparse guitar, handclaps, and talk-rap cadences, pre-chorus tightens with banjo stabs and rising tension, chorus hits with gang shouts, stacked doubles, and a blunt singback hook. Ad-lib pings, sharp stop-time turns, and a raw punchy mix with close-mic bite., rap, country
Credits
Prompt by
BigZ
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Prompt
Rap country song about being sick and tired of all the bullshit. No one’s word means anything anymore. There’s so many snakes and fakes. To many empty promises and shoulda woulda couldas. Fuck it
