Prompt / 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)
Tags
rap, Bleak, cinematic trap with deep 808s, sparse piano stabs, and eerie vocal chops; male vocals in a low, controlled growl. Verses stay close and conversational, drums tucked back; chorus widens with stacked ad-libs, heavier low end, and ghostly synth pads. Final hook strips to vocal and sub, letting every word hang in the air., deep
Duration
2:46
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026