“Trust Fund Trauma”

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🔹 [INTRO – Low synth pads + soft hi-hat tap]

(Moody Loe, speaking over beat)

“You got trust funds…

I got trust issues.

We don’t even love the same.”

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🔹 [HOOK – Melodic, mid-register]

You got trust funds, I got trust issues

You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses

You heal with books, I vent with pistols

You got brunch, I got brothers in the system

You speak soft, I speak survival

You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals

You want love, but my heart got rivals

We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral

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🔹 [VERSE 1 – Storytelling tone, steady rhythm]

You got therapists and guided retreats

I got demons and a list I keep

You wine and dine, I duck one-times

You want closure — I just want time

I told you this ain’t fantasy

I love you, but I move like I’m panickin’

You don’t flinch when the doorbell ring

I got trauma that sings when the phone don’t ping

You said, “Why can’t you trust me?”

I said, “Because love ain’t touched me”

You want a man who could heal and reflect

I’m still learnin’ how to not react with a threat

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🔹 [HOOK – Repeat with light harmony]

You got trust funds, I got trust issues

You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses

You heal with books, I vent with pistols

You got brunch, I got brothers in the system

You speak soft, I speak survival

You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals

You want love, but my heart got rivals

We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral

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🔹 [VERSE 2 – Smooth delivery, falsetto adlibs on last words]

You wear white dresses on beaches

I wear black hoodies in bleachers

You talk “safe space,” I talk “safe house”

You talk “new love,” I talk “stakeout”

You never had to check if the rent’s on time

I been watchin’ for snakes since I learned to climb

You love hard — I love like it’s war

We both crave more, but we fight what’s in store

I don’t fit in your circle, I’m rough on the edges

You pray over brunch, I pray by the hedges

We kiss, but our worlds don’t blend

So we love like a movie that ain’t got an end

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🔹 [BRIDGE – Spanglish harmony blend]

Tú vives bien… yo viví en guerra

You want peace — I’m still scared of mirrors

I bring bags, you bring bands

But neither of us know how to hold hands

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🔹 [FINAL HOOK – Bigger harmonies, layered vocals]

You got trust funds, I got trust issues

You take trips to escape — I been duckin’ misuses

You heal with books, I vent with pistols

You got brunch, I got brothers in the system

You speak soft, I speak survival

You post quotes, I post bail for my rivals

You want love, but my heart got rivals

We ain’t equal — we just both gone viral

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🔹 [OUTRO – Soft female voicemail FX]

(Her voice, warm but frustrated)

“I don’t care where you’re from…

I just wanna be where you are.”

(door closes softly → beat fades)