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Lyrics
[Verse]
Cuffs click-clack, cold steel on the wrist,
Courtroom drama, every plea dismissed.
Got a temper, flames hotter than the sun,
But freedom ain’t a prize when the fight’s just begun.
[Chorus]
They don’t serve alcohol in prison, sis,
No margaritas, no bottles to twist.
Think twice before you throw that fist,
‘Cause bars ain’t the place where dreams exist.
[Verse 2]
High heels stompin’, rage on display,
Lipstick smeared, another bad day.
But vengeance ain’t sweet, it’s bitter decay,
Freedom slips faster than a shot of Bombay.
[Bridge]
Empty bottles can’t patch what’s broke,
Chains don’t loosen with a puff of smoke.
The cell’s cold, no rhythm, no joke,
Dreams die slow where the anger spoke.
[Chorus]
They don’t serve alcohol in prison, sis,
No margaritas, no bottles to twist.
Think twice before you throw that fist,
‘Cause bars ain’t the place where dreams exist.
[Verse 3]
Judge in the robe, hammer down like a gavel,
Past decisions laid bare, roads you can’t unravel.
Think before the chaos, before you unravel,
Freedom ain’t cheap when the mind starts to travel.
Details
GeneratedJun 29, 2025
Duration3:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
trap, female vocals, heavy bass, rap
Credits
Prompt by
JaquelyneJones412
JaquelyneJones412ModelAria v4
Prompt
Here’s a reminder before you lose your shit today. They don’t serve alcohol in prison, rap, trap, female
