Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You pull up late
Ash on your shirt
Eyes half awake
Gold on your neck
Pockets on E
Say you want love
But you stay in the streets
I like your scent
Sweat
Cologne
Little bit of stress
Ink on your arms
Hair on your chest
You talk that talk
Then you leave me a mess
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
I don’t know what I’m choosing
Real broke or fake rich
Either way I’m losing
Need that raw scent
That hung shit
That grip when you touch me (oh)
But every time I let you in
You do me ugly
You got me fucked up
You got me
Got me fucked up
[Verse 2]
Section 8 dreams
Uber receipts in your ripped-up jeans
Trap in your phone
Lies in your teeth
Say I’m your peace
But you lie through your teeth
Rolex on loan
Mama at home still calling your phone
You want a queen
But you move like a child
Still I’m in heat when you looking that wild
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
I don’t know what I’m choosing
Real broke or fake rich
Either way I’m losing
Need that raw scent
That hung shit
That grip when you touch me (yeah)
But every time I let you in
You do me ugly
You got me fucked up
You got me
Got me fucked up
[Bridge]
Maybe I love what hurts me
Maybe I crave that curse
See
‘Cause every soft boy bore me
And every hard one scarred me
Tatted-up back on my pillow
Breath in my face
I still won’t let go
Praying for a man that’s solid and grown
But all I ever get is skin and cologne
[Chorus]
You got me fucked up
I don’t know what I’m choosing
Real broke or fake rich
Either way I’m losing
Need that raw scent
That hung shit
That grip when you touch me (oh)
But every time I let you in
You do me ugly
You got me fucked up
You got me
Got me fucked up
Style
darksensual r&b with female vocals; swungminimal drums and warm sub-bass under moody rhodes keys. verse stays intimate and close-micwith whispered backing doubles and occasional pitched harmonies; chorus opens wider with stacked vocals and subtle vocoder textures. add ambient street noise tucked low in the mix for gritand let the bridge pull back to almost spoken-word over sparse chords before the final chorus blooms.richfaker&braw
Prompt
R&B, about black men, ghetto-urban, being fucked up not knowing if I want real broke or fake rich, needing that hung shit tattoos body hair and that raw scent, men getting me fucked up, female
Credits
Prompt byJazzy
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
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