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Lyrics
[Verse]
Born in the Golden State, ninth grade grind,
Dodgin' math class, dreams twistin' on my mind.
Backpack saggin', dreams big, shoes scuffed,
Chillin' after school, actin' real tough.
[Chorus]
Freshman year, we all tryna shine,
Rollercoaster days, youth intertwined.
California rays, life's first design,
In the land of dreams, the world felt mine.
[Verse 2]
Homeroom vibes, scribblin’ in my pad,
Lunch lines long, gossip poppin’ off bad.
Sunset streets where the skateboards glide,
Corner store chips, soda, and pride.
[Bridge]
Plannin' mixtapes, visions take flight,
Homework pile high, rap battles by night.
Nothin’ too serious, laughter the cure,
Ninth grade moments, messy but pure.
[Verse 3]
P.E. dodgeball, every throw a vibe,
Doodle in the margins, math didn't collide.
Locker slams echo through the hallway air,
California skies reflect my ninth-grade stare.
[Chorus]
Freshman year, we all tryna shine,
Rollercoaster days, youth intertwined.
California rays, life's first design,
In the land of dreams, the world felt mine.
Details
GeneratedMar 5, 2025
Duration1:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
bass-heavy, nostalgic, rap, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt byHybridImproviser196
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A California rap song about being in ninth grade
