

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You said you tired, you said you drained But you outside, I see your chain Front seat shots with your ex in frame Whole time swearing that y’all just “friends” Left my calls on the floor, face down Blue ticks, red flags, same town You said you love me, I stayed, stayed Guess I just loved who you played, played (yeah) [Chorus] You left me on read, but I got the message Cheating, lying, secrets, that was your language Riding ’round with him, say you just “closure” It’s over, it’s over, and we ain’t said it’s over Now I got trust issues stuck in my head Every “I’m busy” just means someone in your bed You left me on read, but I got the message It’s over, it’s over, we done, no edit [Verse 2] Scrolling through pics at 3 AM Same black hoodie, same motel Said you was home, said you was “in” Funny how lies all start with “I swear” I drown in the details, I replay nights Every small story, every cheap fight You lose your phone every time he text You lose your love every time I check (damn) [Chorus] You left me on read, but I got the message Cheating, lying, secrets, that was your language Riding ’round with him, say you just “closure” It’s over, it’s over, and we ain’t said it’s over Now I got trust issues stuck in my head Every “I’m busy” just means someone in your bed You left me on read, but I got the message It’s over, it’s over, we done, no edit [Bridge] No calls, no text, just silence You speak the loudest with quiet You say “we good,” that’s cap, I know If it’s already dead, just say it’s gone (yeah) [Chorus] You left me on read, but I got the message Cheating, lying, secrets, that was your language Riding ’round with him, say you just “closure” It’s over, it’s over, and we ain’t said it’s over Now I got trust issues stuck in my head Every “I’m busy” just means someone in your bed You left me on read, but I got the message It’s over, it’s over, we done, no edit
Tags
rap, Moody trap-R&B hybrid with male vocals; sparse detuned keys and distant pads over a swung 808 groove, dark hats, and pitched vocal chops. Verses almost whispered up close, confessional and rhythmically tight; hook lifts with layered harmonies, sub-bass surging, and a half-time feel. Add subtle guitar slides and filtered ad-libs to underline the paranoia and slow-burn heartbreak., hip hop, r&b
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4/13/2026