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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Her perfume on my plates
Lipstick laughing on my place
She parks in my dad’s old space
Like she rewrote my name
Fake-smile sugar on her teeth
Hands on my life like keys
Keeps my secrets in her screen
Then plays saint at family meets
[Pre-Chorus]
You wear her ring like armor
Say “give her time, it’s harder”
But every toast at dinner
I feel my blood get thinner
[Chorus]
Stepmom season
Storm in my house, no reason
You call it love, I call it treason
Why’s she breathing in my space? (ugh)
Stepmom season
Plastic halo, poison freedom
You say “be nice”, I’m barely even
Holding back from screaming in her face
[Verse 2]
She moves photos off the wall
Slides her smile through every frame
Keeps my jacket in the hall
Like I’m just some guest who came
She says “sweetie, I’m your friend”
Then twists every word I say
Builds a heaven in your head
While she turns mine gray
[Pre-Chorus]
You wear her ring like armor
Say “give her time, it’s harder”
But every grace at dinner
Makes my hate burn bigger
[Chorus]
Stepmom season
Storm in my house, no reason
You call it love, I call it treason
Why’s she breathing in my space? (get out)
Stepmom season
Plastic halo, poison freedom
You say “be nice”, I’m barely even
Holding back from screaming in her face
[Bridge]
One day you’ll taste the truth
See the cracks in all her moves
Hear my silence like a bruise
All these nights I spent, losing you (yeah)
[Chorus]
Stepmom season
Storm in my house, no reason
You call it love, I call it treason
Why’s she breathing in my space? (my space)
Stepmom season
Plastic halo, poison freedom
You say “be nice”, I’m done pretending
Let her know she’s living in my place (my place)
Details
GeneratedApr 17, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark pop-trap with female vocals, detuned bells and eerie pads over heavy 808s and skittering hi-hats. Verse sits in a low, gritty pocket; pre-chorus tightens with filtered drums and rising synths. Chorus explodes with layered harmonies and a distorted bass swell, hooky topline riding the groove. Sparse bridge, whispered doubles and pitched ad-libs, then a final high-energy chorus., emotional, beats, pop
Credits
Prompt by
Saltgirl123
Saltgirl123ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Stepmom. I hate her. Dark pop-trap, female, catchy beats, catchy chorus, ear hook, catchy, gritty voice, emotional, heavy 808's, melodic
