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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was raised where the buses run late
Mama kept change in a chipped ashtray
Dreams in a shoe box under my bed
Prayed they’d grow legs, learn to escape
Hand-me-down coat, one size too big
Still felt small when the rent came due
Teacher said “you talk way too much”
Funny how that mouth pay my bills now too
I remember cold floors, thin walls
Arguin' through doors, late calls
Sat on the stairwell, ear to the fight
Thinkin', "One day I’ma turn this to light"
[Chorus]
I just talk my life out loud
Every scar, every laugh, every doubt
If I said it on a track, then I bled it from my mouth
I don’t make up nothin', I just air it all out
I just talk my life out loud (yeah)
Every win, every loss, every route
If you feel it in your chest when you hear it, that’s the sound
Of somebody like you gettin' dragged from the ground
[Verse 2]
Used to count coins for a bus ride home
Now I count blessings when I’m ridin' alone
Friends turn ghosts when the trouble got deep
Some came back when the table had seats
First love left with a two-line text
Said I’m married to the grind, she was probably correct
'Cause I bury every secret in these sixteen bars
Turn my broken little pieces into big gold stars
I don’t talk like I’m tougher than I am
I talk like the kid with a half-broke plan
Who tripped, got up, wiped blood from his mouth
Said “watch this” and walked a new route
[Chorus]
I just talk my life out loud
Every scar, every laugh, every doubt
If I said it on a track, then I bled it from my mouth
I don’t make up nothin', I just air it all out
I just talk my life out loud (talk it)
Every win, every loss, every route
If you feel it in your chest when you hear it, that’s the sound
Of somebody like you gettin' dragged from the ground
Details
GeneratedApr 15, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Laid-back boom-bap rap with warm vinyl crackle, swung drums, and a round sub-bass. Verses sit in an intimate, close-mic pocket, just male vocals and a dusty piano loop; subtle soul vocal chops shadow key lines. Chorus widens with stacked call-and-response hooks and a fatter snare, last hook adds extra harmonies and a filtered drop before the final bar.
Credits
Prompt byFirePilot33
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write me a song about talking about there life, rap
