Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You got a talent for drama
I got a talent for walking away
Used to fall for your tears on command
Now they just look in the way
Too many "sorry"s on read
Too many nights I forgave
You kept receipts of my kindness
I keep the proof that I changed
I used to spin in your orbit
Till I got sick of the spin
You only loved when you lost me
So I keep choosing to win (yeah)
[Chorus]
Dusty brake lights in my rearview
Can’t see your face, can’t hear you
Gave you chances, you just blew through
Now I’m ice cold, I don’t feel you
Head high when I leave that night
Heart clean, I don’t need your side
Hope I never see you clear again
Just a blur in the dust and the traffic, the end
[Verse 2]
You love a cycle, I’m tired
You love a fight, I’m bored
You slam the doors, I’m silent
I’m already out of that door
You used to call me your savior
I used to try to believe
Now I just cut off the signal
Block every way you can reach (yeah)
You’ll say I’m heartless and hollow
I’ll say I finally grew spine
You chase the past in your shadow
I chase a much better life (hey)
[Chorus]
Dusty brake lights in my rearview
Can’t see your face, can’t hear you
Gave you chances, you just blew through
Now I’m ice cold, I don’t feel you
Head high when I leave that night
Heart clean, I don’t need your side
Hope I never see you clear again
Just a blur in the dust and the traffic, the end
[Bridge]
I don’t hate you, that’d mean I care
You’re just someone that used to be there
Memories fade like smoke in the air
I walk off calm, you stay unprepared (yeah)
[Chorus]
Dusty brake lights in my rearview
Can’t see your face, can’t hear you
Gave you chances, you just blew through
Now I’m ice cold, I don’t feel you
Head high when I leave that night
Heart clean, I don’t need your side
Hope I never see you clear again
Just a blur in the dust and the traffic, the end
Style
rapmoody trap beat with sparse 808s and eerie bell plucks; male vocals half-rappedhalf-snarled. verses stay tight and lowriding behind the kick; hook widens with layered ad-libs and distantreverbed hums. coldminimal textures that let the vocal stingwith occasional pitched-down doubles for emphasis.
Prompt
A cold song about giving too many chances and deciding not to care anymore. Walking away with my head held high. Hoping never to be able to see her thru the dusty brake lights., rap, trap
Credits
Prompt byBoldRider35
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
ModelAria v5
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