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[Verse 1]
Bully was the soul of the party
Now he’s on school runs, early
Three little mouths at the table
Three alarms, one tired body
Used to chase grass in a rugby shirt
Now he just runs, mind first
Same lungs, new life
Same name, new fight
Six-figure cheque, PE teacher pay
South Harrogate house, neat driveway
Looks good from the road, mate
But the nights still weigh
[Pre-Chorus]
He laughs, then he looks away
There’s a pause in the hallway
Old lads call his phone like
“You still got time? You still okay?”
[Chorus]
Bully don’t break, he bends
Bully don’t break, he bends
Father of three, still stands
Still stands, still stands
Heather on the door
Heather on the door
The lads keep asking more
Keep asking more
[Verse 2]
He was front row, loud in the pub
Now it’s packed lunches and school club
Worn-out trainers by the back step
Fresh paint, same old debt
He knows every kid by name
Knows the quiet ones in the rain
Knows how to smile through the ache
Knows how much a man can take
Some nights he stares at the wall
Hears old cheers in the hall
Then the baby starts to cry
And he’s back in the fight
[Pre-Chorus]
He laughs, then he looks away
There’s a pause in the hallway
Old lads call his phone like
“You still got time? You still okay?”
[Chorus]
Bully don’t break, he bends
Bully don’t break, he bends
Father of three, still stands
Still stands, still stands
Heather on the door
Heather on the door
The lads keep asking more
Keep asking more
[Bridge]
He don’t need the roar no more
He don’t need the score no more
Just the keys in his hand
And a small one saying “Dad”
[Chorus]
Bully don’t break, he bends
Bully don’t break, he bends
Father of three, still stands
Still stands, still stands
Heather on the door
Heather on the door
The lads keep asking more
Keep asking more
Details
GeneratedJul 30, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow rap with laid-back swing and მძიმე sub pulse, sparse kick and snapped claps in the verses, low-string tension and a half-time hook that lands like a sigh. Verse rides close-mic storytelling with doubles on key lines; pre-chorus opens with filtered pads and a rising vocal stack; chorus hits with gang ad-libs and a short chant. Vinyl crackle, reversed piano swells, and a bass drop into the hook. Dark, clean, intimate mix with a UK edge., soul, rap, slow
Credits
Prompt byArcticFox
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Slow rap Bully was the soul of party now he’s a father of 3 struggling. He used to be a rugby player but now only runs. PE teacher 6 figure salary, south Harrogate house. the lads want his mom Heather
