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[Intro]
Helmet on the table
Keys on the floor
Phone face down
You don’t call anymore
[Verse 1]
Fake love on repeat
Same fight, same street
You said “forever”
Turned out it meant “for the week”
I ride past your exit
Red eyes in the glass
Thinking ’bout your hallway
Our clothes in a pile, we laughed
Late night cuddles on your old black couch
You played with my hair
Said you’d never walk out
Now I’m talking to the mirror
Like it’s all my fault
Wonder if you’d even care
If this bike ever stopped
[Chorus]
Crash my heart before I crash this bike
Tires on the white lines, flirting with the night
You left me with these lonely, lonely nights
I don’t wanna die
I just wanna feel alive
Crash my heart before I crash this bike
Hands shaking hard, thinking ’bout your eyes
You gave me fake love, now it’s all I write
I don’t wanna die
I just wanna feel alive
[Verse 2]
Got friends in my phone
But they don’t see inside
They just send “pull up, bro”
I just send “I’m fine”
Truth is, I been scrolling
Your page like a ghost
Watching you with new love
Like I hurt you the most
They say “real love’s coming”
I don’t trust that word
I hear “I got you”
And it just sounds blurred
Every time someone holds me
I flinch, then freeze
Like if they see the real me
They’ll get up and leave
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Would you even notice
Scratches on the chrome?
Another name on a stone?
I’m riding with the thought like
“Maybe you’d text back then”
Pull the throttle just to
Feel something again
[whispered vocals] But I pull back
I pull back
’Cause my mama still waits
And my brother got my back
So I park by the river
Let the engine go black
Stare at our old texts
And I just play it back, like
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody sad rap / sad R&B hybrid, male vocals. Sparse detuned keys and a dark, swinging drum groove; low sub bass that blooms on downbeats. Verses half-rapped, close-mic and confessional, with occasional melodic tails; chorus opens into soft layered harmonies and a washed-out pad. Ad-libs drenched in reverb, subtle guitar swells in the background. Mix keeps the vocal painfully upfront, with intimate breaths and room tone., sad, r&b, fake
Credits
Prompt by
ZX6Rski
ZX6RskiModelAria v5
Prompt
My heart is broken because of Fake love and lonely nights . I feel Want to crash on my motorcycle. I remember Late night cuddles. It's hard to Accepting real love . My favorite genre of music is Sad rap/sad r&b.
