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[Intro]
Backseat reekin' of regrets (yeah)
Phone still buzzin’ like a nest
If I text you when I’m stressed
That’s a side quest, not a flex (nah)
[Verse 1]
She say, “You ain’t like the rest”
I said, “You right, I left”
I don’t cuddle, I collect
That’s a hobby, not a test
I don’t chase, I rotate
Like a playlist on shuffle
Got a roster so deep
Even Siri sound jealous when she mumble (hold up)
Hit her up at 2
She reply at 2:01
Told her “pull up in some sweats”
She pulled up like it’s prom
I’m the villain in her diary
Therapist in her DMs
She ask, “what are we?”
I said, “Right now? Just a feeling”
[Chorus]
I’m off the rails, off the ceiling (off it)
Too many calls, I keep deleting (gone)
If I fall in love, I’m tweaking
So I’m outside every evening
Too many faces in my weekend (woah)
Too many highs I keep on chasin’ (yeah)
God keep watchin’ while I’m sinkin’
Devil keep laughin’ at my patience (ha)
[Verse 2]
Woke up on a sofa
Wrong house, right aura
She said, “Boy, you toxic”
I said, “Girl, read the spoiler”
I’m a walking red flag
With the drip and the charm
Treat a fling like a lease
Thirty days, then I’m gone
Got a stash in the cupboard
Got my heart in the trunk
If commitment is a class
I’m the kid that always flunk
I do damage in the dark
Then act holy in the sun
Post a quote about growth
While I’m textin’ someone’s hun (wow)
[Chorus]
I’m off the rails, off the ceiling (off it)
Too many calls, I keep deleting (delete)
If I fall in love, I’m tweaking
So I’m outside every evening
Too many faces in my weekend (too many)
Too many highs I keep on chasin’ (keep chasin’)
God keep watchin’ while I’m sinkin’
Devil keep laughin’ at my patience (ha)
[Bridge]
I know this spiral got an end I ain’t seen yet
Mixin’ all my vices like a drink I’ll regret
If I ever slow down, will they still be in my bed?
Or am I only worth a text when I’m out my head?
[Chorus]
I’m off the rails, off the ceiling
Too many calls, I keep deleting
If I fall in love, I’m tweaking
So I’m outside every evening
Too many faces in my weekend
Too many highs I keep on chasin’
One day karma come collectin’
’Til then I’m laughin’ in the mayhem (yeah)
Details
GeneratedApr 15, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Greasy East Coast trap-rap hybrid, swung drums and menacing sub bass. Sparse pluck loop leaves space for dense multisyllabic bars and clever punchlines. Hook explodes with stacked male vocals and chanty crowd responses, ad-libs panned wide. Verses stay dry and upfront; subtle ambient pads creep in second half for a hazy, late-night feel.
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A rap song about sleeping with multiple different women and doing drugs with witty punchlines
