Hey world, it’s Crybaby404. 🧸

I’ve got something special for all you Dissociative Princes drifting through life with your head in the clouds ☁️

🕹️👾 "[Spaced Out]" is dropping soon – a digital love letter to everyone who’s ever felt too numb to cry but too deep to sleep. ✨🪐

It’s from my upcoming album “Heart.exe” – a sonic journal of disconnection, desire, and digital decay.

If you’ve ever stared at the ceiling wondering if you’re real...

This one's for you.

🖤💾

[Spaced Out]

[Verse]
Was it the lipstick?
The picture-perfect hair?
I should have known right then
That you were never really there
Was it your perfect body?
Or that pretty voice?
Well I fell in love with you
But it wasn't my choice

[Prechorus]
But it's okay
You're not the only one

[Chorus]
I'm in love with an illusion
I'm in love with a fantasy
I can't shake this confusion
But it's not your fault

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I can’t seem to find my way out here  
I can’t seem to find my way out here  

Baby  
It was all~ fault [All~]  
Maybe  
It was all~ my fault  

Baby  
It was all fault [All~]  
Maybe  
It was all my fault  

T’was the fault in our stars  
We’ve fallen apart  
Babe, we’ve fallen with scars  

So where do we start?  
You asked me as we fought  
Where is your heart?  
I took that shot in the dark  
As you aimed for my heart  

(It was all my fault)  
You thought — yeah bitch, you thought  
You sought — to destroy all I got  
You thought — skrrt, yeah bitch, you thought  
My fault? Huh — yeah bitch, you thought  
You sought — to destroy all I got  

You were an active participant  
Just look at the shots you sent  
I know you try hard to act like you innocent  
When you in front of your friends  

You sent them shots with no discipline  
Make sure you aim high again  
You aim for my heart  
But end up takin' heads  
Make sure you lay in that bed  

I see bitches in dreams  
But nothin’ ever what it seems  
They want my money with greed  
They wanna roll up my tree  
(They won’t let me be)  

They wanna stunt for my team  
They wanna rep the tat, thirteen  
(They won’t let me be)  

They wanna see where I sleep  
They wanna see where I be  
(They won’t let me be)  

You playin’ hard like you ballin’  
Turn 23 like you Jordan  
Just act your age in the morning  
I don’t want your shit when you callin’  
Just make sure when you call — it's important  
Make me notioux  

(It was all my fault)  
You thought — yeah bitch, you thought  
You sought — to destroy all I got  
My fault? Huh — yeah bitch, you thought  
You sought — to destroy all I got  


Baby  
It was all~ fault [All~]  
Maybe  
It was all~ my fault  

Baby  
It was all fault [All~]  
Maybe  
It was all my fault  

You taught me well — thought I forgot?  
Onslaught — bitch, you distraught  
I got all this money on lock  
(Oh) You shocked? Bitch, don’t be shocked  
You mocked — now I’m on top  
Mugshot look like Photoshop  

You were an active participant  
You fought with no discipline  
Look at the shots you sent  
Aim for my heart again  

I’ll aim at your home  
When I dump at your momma’s head  
You swore you wouldn’t go there  
Unless I fucked up again  

You were an active participant  
You sent them shots with no discipline  
(If you gonna aim at my heart again...)  

You fought in wars with no discipline  
You broke the pact of our covenant  

No compromise, no…  
You thought — yeah you thought  
It was all my fault…

Heart.exe

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[Intro / Hook]
Alexa, play everyone who played me  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD, on my iPhone lately  
Run it back, lil nikka — yeah, I heard that line already  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”

[Verse 1]
Rebooted again — I ain’t crash in a minute  
Blocked your IP — now my wifey’s WiFi winning  
How you tryna trace me when you ain’t got no pings in it  
Ghosted smooth — out the chat, thuggin with no limit  

Ran off with the logs — now she cryin’ to a chatbot  
Tried to trace me — but I vanished when the MAC dropped  
Dark mode love — you ain’t see it 'til the flash stopped (pew pew)  
Now I’m off-grid — movin’ smooth like a laptop  

She a pop-up — I just X out  
Too much traffic — so I crash out  
Out the backdoor — like I’m logged out  
Did it all clean — when you ain’t got no pings in it  

[Verse 2: Flex Mode]
iMessage green now — that’s how karma works  
Outta my life, now I’m back in my purpose  
Drip too loud — got the Net tryna nerf it  
VVs dancin’ like I scripted the surface  

I told Alexa — “play everyone that played me”  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD on my iPhone lately  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”  
Blocked, unfollowed — now I’m wavy

[Verse 3: Scamcore Segment]
Punchin’ cards like Rocky — but I’m duckin’ deposits  
Profile clean — I got bots doin’ laundry  
Came up off a BIN — now I’m talkin’ like Gotti  
Giffin’ her heart like a CVV  
Three digits and she gave me the key  

Told her “don’t trip,” that’s just VPN me  
I’m outta the state — but I’m swipin’ for free  
PNC jumpin’, I feel like I’m boxed in  
Card got declined? That’s a plot twist  

Too many jugs — I don’t need to clock in  
Got shorty in Saks sayin’ “that’s not him!”  
Log so clean — it could pass for my birth cert  
I ain’t play ball — but I scam with a wrist work  

Pulled her with a punch — not a DM, a gift card  
Now she want love — tell her check with the chargeback  

[Outro Hook]
Alexa, play everyone who played me  
Now it’s heartbreak loops in HD, on my iPhone lately  
Run it back, lil nikka — yeah, I heard that line already  
Auto-reply on timing like “you dead to me, lul baby”

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