

Prompt / Lyrics
🎵 Hook (Haunting melody, light autotune) Ashes in the sheets, love burned out (gone) But I still slide through just to calm that doubt (just to see) We don’t talk real — just lips and moans We don’t feel nothin’ unless we alone Ashes in the sheets where my trust used to sleep (it’s dead) I roll up pain while she lay next to me (I’m numb) She say I’m toxic, I say “you too” But we both too faded to tell what’s true --- [Verse 1 – Emotional, melodic trap cadence] She open the door with a towel on, Heart closed though — we both put the mask on I said “you good?” — she said “define that” Then kissed me like revenge with a wine glass She used to cry on my chest like rain Now she moan just to cover up pain I ash the blunt on her thigh, she don’t flinch We both numb, and that love don’t rinse I used to bring her flowers — now I bring smoke Used to call her "wifey," now she just a quote --- 🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 1: “Mmm.” / “No cap.” / “Damn.” / “Still here.” --- 🎵 Hook (Repeat w/ deeper vocal layer) Ashes in the sheets, love burned out (burned out) But I still slide through just to calm that doubt (just to see) We don’t talk real — just lips and moans We don’t feel nothin’ unless we alone Ashes in the sheets where my trust used to sleep (used to sleep) I roll up pain while she lay next to me (next to me) She say I’m toxic, I say “you too” But we both too faded to tell what’s true --- [Verse 2 – Soft-spoken bars with emotional weight] She play music that match how we feel I take hits till my heartbeat still She said “why you only touch me when it’s dark?” I said “light show too much of my mark” We like fire that forgot how to warm Only connect when the weather feel torn I left her heart in the ashtray broke She let me back in like she need that smoke And I know I ain’t good for her health But she crave me like pain she inflict on herself --- 🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 2: “Smoke love.” / “Truth.” / “Addicted.” / “Toxic twin.” --- 🎧 Outro – beat fades, echo vocals (Spoken, whisper tone) We ain’t together… but we never left either. Just burnt up… still breathin’ in it.
Tags
80 BPM, Dark melodic trap with guitar loops, faint vocal samples, Regretful, slow-burn toxic intimacy, male
3:02
No
6/9/2025