Pretty When It Burns

Alternative hip-hop with expensive, polished production: distorted 808s, deep sub-bass, tight dry drums, warped synths, metallic accents, and occasional dirty electric guitar; around 75 BPM with a double-time rap feel; sharp, confident male rap, rhythmically precise with dense internal rhymes, cadence switches, and pointed pauses, sparse backing vocals, a tense pre-chorus, rhythmic chorus, exposed cracks in Verse 2, and an abrupt ending

V6-MINI

[Cold Open]

Door locked?

Good.

[Verse 1]

Walk in with a match and a million-dollar grin
If the room got smoke, then I'm probably why it's in
They keep asking where I've been, I say, "building an alibi"
Funny how the truth gets expensive when you're televised

I make bad news look good in a tailored fit
Turn a red flag gold, now they calling it craftsmanship
Got skeletons dressed better than your management
Closet so full I had to charge 'em rent for standing in it

I don't throw shade, I own the whole eclipse
Got a tongue like a blade and a lawyer for the slips
Everybody wants smoke till the smoke got fingerprints
Then it's "bro, we're family" with a screenshot of the evidence

Smile for the flash, let the cameras eat
I learned how to make a breakdown look like a victory speech
If hell got valet, tell 'em bring my keys
I don't need saving, I need better seats

[Pre-Chorus]

Whole room staring when I walk through
Same mouths talking like they knew
Built this shine out of bad news
Now everybody wants the view

[Chorus]

I'm pretty when it burns
Make a disaster look expensive

Pretty when it hurts
Put the pain behind the lenses

Ash on the shirt
Still pose like I meant it

If I'm going down tonight
At least the lighting's cinematic

(Watch it burn.)

[Verse 2]

I got trust issues with excellent credit
Every bridge I burn somehow comes back aesthetic
Call it self-sabotage, I call it editing
Cut people out so clean they thank me for the medicine

Got champagne taste and survivor's guilt
New penthouse view on a foundation built
From nights when dinner was whatever didn't spoil
Now the ice in my glass costs more than the groceries did

That's funny, right?

Yeah.

Laugh.

I got jokes for the trauma, punchlines for the panic
Make a meme out the memory before it gets dramatic
Therapist said, "Sit with it."

I bought a bigger mattress.

Still woke up with the same ghosts doing gymnastics

They say money talks, mine stutters when I'm alone
Whole contact list and nobody I wanna phone
Got a house full of mirrors that I never look through

Guess the only thing I couldn't sell...

was the truth.

[Brief Drop]

But we don't talk about that.

[Pre-Chorus]

Whole room staring when I walk through
Same mouths talking like they knew
Built this shine out of bad news
Now everybody wants the view

[Final Chorus]

I'm pretty when it burns
Make a disaster look expensive

Pretty when it hurts
Put the pain behind the lenses

Ash on the shirt
Still pose like I meant it

If I'm going down tonight
At least the lighting's cinematic

(Watch it burn.)

[Outro]

You smell smoke?

Funny.

So do I.

[Abrupt stop]

2627/7500

[Cold Open] Door locked? Good. [Verse 1] Walk in with a match and a million-dollar grin If the room got smoke, then I'm probably why it's in They keep asking where I've been, I say, "building an alibi" Funny how the truth gets expensive when you're televised I make bad news look good in a tailored fit Turn a red flag gold, now they calling it craftsmanship Got skeletons dressed better than your management Closet so full I had to charge 'em rent for standing in it I don't throw shade, I own the whole eclipse Got a tongue like a blade and a lawyer for the slips Everybody wants smoke till the smoke got fingerprints Then it's "bro, we're family" with a screenshot of the evidence Smile for the flash, let the cameras eat I learned how to make a breakdown look like a victory speech If hell got valet, tell 'em bring my keys I don't need saving, I need better seats [Pre-Chorus] Whole room staring when I walk through Same mouths talking like they knew Built this shine out of bad news Now everybody wants the view [Chorus] I'm pretty when it burns Make a disaster look expensive Pretty when it hurts Put the pain behind the lenses Ash on the shirt Still pose like I meant it If I'm going down tonight At least the lighting's cinematic (Watch it burn.) [Verse 2] I got trust issues with excellent credit Every bridge I burn somehow comes back aesthetic Call it self-sabotage, I call it editing Cut people out so clean they thank me for the medicine Got champagne taste and survivor's guilt New penthouse view on a foundation built From nights when dinner was whatever didn't spoil Now the ice in my glass costs more than the groceries did That's funny, right? Yeah. Laugh. I got jokes for the trauma, punchlines for the panic Make a meme out the memory before it gets dramatic Therapist said, "Sit with it." I bought a bigger mattress. Still woke up with the same ghosts doing gymnastics They say money talks, mine stutters when I'm alone Whole contact list and nobody I wanna phone Got a house full of mirrors that I never look through Guess the only thing I couldn't sell... was the truth. [Brief Drop] But we don't talk about that. [Pre-Chorus] Whole room staring when I walk through Same mouths talking like they knew Built this shine out of bad news Now everybody wants the view [Final Chorus] I'm pretty when it burns Make a disaster look expensive Pretty when it hurts Put the pain behind the lenses Ash on the shirt Still pose like I meant it If I'm going down tonight At least the lighting's cinematic (Watch it burn.) [Outro] You smell smoke? Funny. So do I. [Abrupt stop]

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