Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pay your debts
Broken hands, they made a bet
Kitchen table counting favors
Every IOU in red
Shotgun shells on the counter
Yellow tape sleep in my head
Full body tatted like a diary
Stories I ain't never read
Face masked walking through the hallway
Clock hammered, time gone dead
Finger on the trigger like a habit
Praying I don't break the lead
[Chorus]
Teeth dropping, nightmares talking
Can't rinse this taste from my mouth
Broom sweeping, blood run rotten
Tryna scrub these ghosts from the house
Teeth dropping, cold floor knocking
Every little sound too loud
Broom sweeping, heart keep stopping
Can't wash what the street wrote down (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Scatpack humming at the light
Idle sound shaking in my chest
Engine sing a song about survival
Every mile gambling the rest
Eyes in the rearview, shadows
Old faces I left in the past
Phone full of names I deleted
But the numbers always last
Stomach full of metal and secrets
Tongue cut sharp from the lies
I don't fear men, I fear memory
Bleeding out slow in my mind (mind)
[Chorus]
Teeth dropping, nightmares talking
Can't rinse this taste from my mouth
Broom sweeping, blood run rotten
Tryna scrub these ghosts from the house
Teeth dropping, cold floor knocking
Every little sound too loud
Broom sweeping, heart keep stopping
Can't wash what the street wrote down (oh)
Style
rapbleakcinematic trap with deep 808ssparse piano stabsand eerie vocal chops; male vocals in a lowcontrolled growl. verses stay close and conversationaldrums tucked back; chorus widens with stacked ad-libsheavier low endand ghostly synth pads. final hook strips to vocal and subletting every word hang in the air.deep
Prompt
Pay your debts broken hands shotgun shells laying yellow tape full body tatted scatpack humming face masked clock hammered finger on trigger teeth dropping broom sweeping blood dry deep rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedApr 7, 2026
ModelAria v5.5