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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left a hole in my chest
Now I chew on the edge of the night
Took your name off my tongue
Still it burns when I bite
I got bills in the dash
And a heart with a crack in the frame
Been too long in the rain
Now I don't even answer my name
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm hanging on a thread
With my hands on the wheel
Eyes full of static
But I need something real
If I break, I break loud
Let it all come down
Got nowhere to hide
When the sky meets the ground
[Chorus]
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
Top of my lungs
I been cashing out
Lost your love
Found a bigger doubt
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
[Verse 2]
Speeding past the signs
With a blacked-out mind
Counting old mistakes
Like I count on my time
Money in the wallet
But it don't make me whole
Got a fist full of paper
And a sinkin' soul
I said I was fine
That was all for show
Now I'm talking to the night
Like it owes me more
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm hanging on a thread
With my hands on the wheel
Eyes full of static
But I need something real
If I break, I break loud
Let it all come down
Got nowhere to hide
When the sky meets the ground
[Chorus]
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
Top of my lungs
I been cashing out
Lost your love
Found a bigger doubt
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
[Bridge]
If I drift too far
Don't call it fate
I was built from the burn
And the heavy weight
Tell me who I am
When the cash runs dry
When your shadow leaves
And I still survive
[Final Chorus]
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
Top of my lungs
I been cashing out
Lost your love
Found a bigger doubt
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
Top of my lungs
Hear me now
I been bleeding slow
But I won't go down
Lost your love
Still I made it out
Top of my lungs
I been crashing out
Details
GeneratedJun 26, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap-pop rap with heavy 808 punch, halftime bounce, and aggressive drum snaps; verse rides sparse keys and sliding sub hits, pre-chorus tightens with filtered hats and rising tension, chorus opens wide with stacked male doubles and shouted ad-libs. Ear candy: tire-screech risers, reversed vocal swells into the hook, and a sub-drop on the last word. Mix is loud, glossy, and chest-rattling with a raw close-mic lead., rap
Credits
Prompt byDemonizedPanda
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Make me a song I can sing at the top of my lungs with good bass, about heartbreak, crashing out, struggling, money, speeding, rap, male
