Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gotta get fucked up To open up Stare at this ceiling fan ’til it cuts me up All of these stories Stuck in my tongue Hand me a bottle Watch what I become [Chorus] Gotta get fucked up To open up I won’t be afraid To spill my guts Hand me a bottle And I’ll pull up Say you want the truth This is what it does Gotta get fucked up To open up I won’t be afraid To spill my guts Hand me a bottle And I’ll pull up Drive it off the edge Just to feel some love (oh) [Verse 2] You ask how I’m doing I say "I’m fine" You pour me a drink I cross that line Start naming the ghosts I tried to outrun Laugh ’til I’m crying Call it “having fun” [Chorus] Gotta get fucked up To open up I won’t be afraid To spill my guts Hand me a bottle And I’ll pull up Say you want the truth This is what it does Gotta get fucked up To open up I won’t be afraid To spill my guts Hand me a bottle And I’ll pull up If I make it home Will I sober up?
Tags
Moody melodic rap with male vocals; muted keys and filtered drums in the verses, then a wider, bass-heavy hook with stacked harmonies. Slow build from introspective half-whisper to gritty, sung-rap chorus. Subtle guitar textures in the background, with a roomy reverb on the vocal to emphasize isolation.
Duration
1:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026