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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My head don't chill
It talk back loud
One room, ten thoughts
All packed in now
Took what they gave me
Still got that storm
Smile in the daylight
Break down at dawn
They call me lazy
But I move too much
Try to sit still
My veins get struck
They call me dumb
I brought home gold
High honors in my folder
But the lie got sold
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep it clean
I keep it tight
Still lose the fight
Every night
Say "just breathe"
I do, I do
Then the same old dark
Comes rushing through
[Chorus]
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
I try to sleep
But it won’t sit
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
Don't call me weak
I’m still in it
[Verse 2]
I read the room
Like I read the page
No one saw the cage
Behind the grade
I kept the A's
With a cracked-out mind
Punched clocks, paid dues
Still got left behind
I hear that voice
Say "you should know"
Say "you'll never catch
What you already show"
But I got proof
In the files at school
In the long hard nights
I was fighting, too
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep it clean
I keep it tight
Still lose the fight
Every night
Say "just breathe"
I do, I do
Then the same old dark
Comes rushing through
[Chorus]
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
I try to sleep
But it won’t sit
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
Don't call me weak
I’m still in it
[Bridge]
If I go quiet
I’m not gone
I'm just worn thin
But I’m holding on
No shame in bruises
No crown in pain
I made it this far
I can rise again
[Chorus]
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
I try to sleep
But it won’t sit
My head won't quit
My head won't quit
Don't call me weak
I’m still in it
Details
GeneratedAug 2, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop rap with a tense mid-tempo boom-bap bounce, swung drums and a rubbery bassline; verse rides sparse kick-snare and clipped piano stabs, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and filtered pads, chorus hits with stacked chant doubles and a grim sub drop. Male vocals, close-mic and dry in verses, wider ad-lib layers on hooks. Ear candy: reverse swell into each chorus, tape-stop on the last bar before the bridge, and faint crowd-style echoes on the anchor. Bright, punchy, and claustrophobic in the mix., hip hop, rap
Credits
Prompt byRiella
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop. fighting with inner thoughts that just won’t stop. Take the meds they gave but doesn’t do shit. Called lazy but you are not, called “dumb” but you graduated high honors in college., male
