Создавайте контент с технологией ИИ-голоса XXXTentacion (2013)

Staring at the ceiling while the shadows start to creep, another night of secrets that he’s forced to keep. The blade against his skin feels like the only friend he’s found, drowning in the silence of a city with no sound. No cure for the pain, just the rain in his brain.

The cycle continues, blood on the pavement and tears in the kitchen. He gripped the blade tight, feeling the weight of every mistake his father ever made. Nowhere to run when the demons are inside your head, just the cold wind and the sound of the bridge calling.

The shadows creep in the corner of his mind, a silent killer waiting for the sun to decline. He feels the weight of the world on his chest, a cycle of pain putting his soul to the test. No mercy in the static, just a heart turned to cold stone.

He's drowning in the shadows of his own thoughts, searching for a light that never existed. The cycle of pain just keeps repeating, a broken record in a room full of ghosts. No medicine can fix what's already dead inside, just another lost soul roaming the cold streets.

Listen up, y'all better recognize what I'm saying, straight from the D where I came up playing. Been through the struggle, now I'm standing tall, proving all the doubters wrong, watching critics fall. That's how we do it, no pretending at all.

The world turning cold as he watches the blood drip from the blade, thinking about the mistakes his father made. No escape from the cycle, just a mind full of rage and a soul trapped in a cage. He feels the end coming, shadows dancing in the night.

Sticks out the window, woah My arm out the window, ho, woah Swaggin', lay waste, lil' ho, woah

Listen up, this is how we flow tonight. Every beat, every word, straight from the soul to the mic. I'm bringing that raw energy, that real-talk vibe. When I speak, you feel it deep inside. That's my truth, my rhythm, my way to be free.