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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Used to split fries in the back booth
Laughin' at the world, talkin' ‘bout truth
Now you at a table I ain't never seen
New faces, fake laughs, I ain't on the team
You left my text on read for a week straight
Said you “busy” but you postin’ from a new place
I recognize the shirt, not the person in it
You switched up slow, I just finally get it
[Chorus]
You left me standin' at the door
While you ran inside, like we ain’t friends no more
Got a seat at a table where I don't belong
Guess I cared too deep, guess I read it all wrong
You left me standin' at the door
Now I'm talkin' to this echo on my bedroom floor
Friends turn strangers when the weekend comes
You traded what we had for a louder crowd and drums
[Verse 2]
You used to call first, now you call last
If you call at all, it’s to joke about the past
“He remembers that?” like I ain't in the room
Like I'm just a phase you grew out of too soon
They don’t know my name, but they know your drink
They don’t get the nights we were scared to sink
I see your arm ‘round folks I never met
That used to be my shoulder, but you just… forget
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration1:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty boom bap drums with chopped jazz piano loop, subtle vinyl hiss. Male vocals, laid-back but bitter delivery, tight pocket. Hook widens with layered ad-libs and simple bassline, verses stay sparse so the storytelling cuts through. Occasional filtered drops before hooks to spotlight the vocal emotion.
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
Boom bap rap about friends not caring and leaving you behind to hang with people you don't know
