I used to write shit quietly to myself like my phone might grass me up skinny white kid with a notes app acting like its a rap book thinking, nah, who the fuck am I in this world to chat this much then you laughed funny thing is you shouldve kept a straight face I wrote words in the back of my head for years never said em out loud or let em leave phone died, notes gone, I didnt even grieve just another lost folder full of rhymes about me where I was waffling to myself without a hope in it putting my busted thoughts behind a busted screen a hook in the bath, three lines on a bus then a new phone came and I just deleted the scenes a skinny white kid I didnt fit in the rap world or go to the clubs didnt fit in the movies when I pictured the parts a thin skinny kid with a phone full of crap at times I had that shit acting like a second heart so I buried it away, called it a day wrote jokes about myself first so nobody could aim kept all the happiness and sadness hidden like shame writing was a rotating lock and I lived in the safe but I was getting good and I knew it as well thats the bit I pretended I couldnt tell a line would land in my hand and Id sit there smiling to myself like Id just picked the lock on that same fucking safe of a cell then I showed you one page one song, A Crack In The Wall fucking stupid attempt at trust and you laughed like a cunt at it all little did I know you was that crack in the wall now I want my songs on the radio not for the charts or for the fucking applause I want there to be no escape from me in your speakers screaming fuck you, you prick, this track was always yours you made me mute so I say fuck a frequency you made me a joke, but I got the last laugh Im writing brass to replace the confidence you stole now Im pinning your hands to the cross cos fuck you on FM fuck you in the AM fuck you in the car, I hope this part kicks in at the traffic lights fuck you from the kid that you laughed at in spite now the man kicks the door in ... twice I deleted the lot, yeah, I agree, dramatic as fuck but I didnt delete the disease just let it sit on my tongue for years chewing it during sleep as it was pulling out my teeth then you left my life and the dam went with the stream what came out werent healing, it came armed and shooting hatred through a touchscreen, grief in a glass rage doing laps round working class art fuck, I wrote a shit load of songs, stories, notes, full books in a burst like my head had been stacked to the tip with illegal fireworks years of hiding shit turned into a flood I started writing like revenge had agreed to work never shared shit with a soul after that well... Suno put sounds to these long dead files gave breath to the glass I forgot Id made small & Stupid but still stood up smiling roadrunner repeatedly sprinted out of its cage moonlight in the sky with its chin held high fifteen years buried and still has life fuck, got me sat here thinking, you stupid bastard I was right, I was right, I was fucking right Im not perfect or polished by any means brought out old songs that I never thought would shine and everything since has sharpened while all along you were the punchline wasting my time now I want my songs on the radio not for the charts or for the fucking applause I want there to be no escape from me in your speakers screaming fuck you, you prick, this track was always yours you made me mute so I say fuck a frequency you made me a joke, but I got the last laugh Im writing brass to replace the confidence you stole now Im pinning your hands to the cross cos fuck you on FM fuck you in the AM fuck you in the car, I hope this part kicks in at the traffic lights fuck you from the kid that you laughed at in spite now the man kicks the door in ... twice fuck you in your playlists fuck you from the stage fuck you from five Google accounts that aged fuck you from all these lost notes I managed to save fuck you, mate I used to write shit quiet now fucking turn me up © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
