Track · Jun 2, 2026 · English

Wrong Ways

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3:27

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I stay close, then I back up

Hands in my pockets, black cup

Got a whole speech in my chest

Still I lock up when you ask me what's next

Raised on "don't cry," "don't tell"

Learned to wear a hard face well

Now I bite words back too quick

And the silence in me always sticks

[Pre-Chorus]

I wanna get it right

I wanna stay and fight

For the truth in my throat

For the love I don't know

If I miss, I miss

If I slip, let me fix

I ain't proud of the walls

I'm just scared when they fall

[Chorus]

I wanna talk right

(yeah, I wanna talk right)

I wanna love right

(yeah, I wanna love right)

Don't let me fold up

Don't let me go cold

I'm trying to grow up

I'm trying to grow old

[Verse 2]

My old man had a heavy stare

No soft words, just bills and stairs

Told me men don't ask for much

So I swallowed every hurt I touched

Now I stand in a room full of care

But the brave part of me isn't there

I rehearse like a prayer in my head

Then I lose it the second it's said

[Pre-Chorus]

I wanna get it right

I wanna stay and fight

For the truth in my throat

For the love I don't know

If I miss, I miss

If I slip, let me fix

I ain't proud of the walls

I'm just scared when they fall

[Chorus]

I wanna talk right

(yeah, I wanna talk right)

I wanna love right

(yeah, I wanna love right)

Don't let me fold up

Don't let me go cold

I'm trying to grow up

I'm trying to grow old

[Bridge]

If I go quiet, pull me in

Don't let my bad days win

I'm learning how to stay

Even when words run away

I don't need perfect

I need honest and earnest

I need your hand when I shake

I need a chance to remake

[Final Chorus]

I wanna talk right

(yeah, I wanna talk right)

I wanna love right

(yeah, I wanna love right)

Don't let me fold up

Don't let me go cold

I'm trying to grow up

I'm trying to grow old

Style

rap hip hop with laid-back boom-bap swingdusty kick-snare pocketsub bass accents and spare piano stabs; verse rides tight drums and half-spoken confessional barspre-chorus strips to filtered chords and a rising snare rollchorus hits with gang vocal echoes on the anchor and a chopped vocal chop answer. male vocalsintimate close-mic lead with doubles on key linesdelay throws on the hook wordvinyl crackle in the introtape-stop swell into the bridgewarm gritty mix with crisp low end.hip hoprap

Prompt

rap, hip hop, male, feeling distant, want closeness and be better at talking, afraid to say the wrong thing, hard to talk, men ain’t supposed to talk or ask for help, raised wrong, wanna be better man

Credits

Prompt byPLC

GeneratedJun 2, 2026

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