⸻ 🔹 [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.” ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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 ⸻ 🔹 [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)

“Trust Fund Trauma”