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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Old hoodie
Same jeans three days, I’m comfy
Backpack smell like
Coffee, notebooks, crumb dust, lunch meat
Missed calls
Mom say “you eating?” monthly
I laugh, say “yeah, I’m good”
Stir ramen water, steam up the one-room
Bills on the fridge with a magnet
Past due print like it’s shouting on plastic
Still I scribble on backs of the bad news
Turn red letters into black grooves
[Chorus]
Pocket full of days, not dollars (yeah, yeah)
Time what I spend, not commas (talk to ’em)
We ain’t rich, but we all in
Hands up, hands up
Pocket full of days, I’m ballin’ (ballin’)
Count my wins, not wallets (uh)
We ain’t stressed, we just all in
Hands up, hands up
[Verse 2]
Ashtray
Overfull, but I keep that calm
Burnt sage from my cousin in the Bronx
Little bit of peace in a cheap-ass palm
Neighbors stomp ‘cause the floorboard thin
I just turn it to a clock, keep time with it
Tap pen on the table, rhyme with it
Old dreams in a box, still shine in it
Late night, write lines in a search bar
Type fears like I’m talkin’ to a far star
But the dawn pull up in a small car
Cracked blinds let it park in my heart, hard
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 1, 2026
Duration2:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty boom bap loop with lazy swing, warm round bass and crunchy hats; male vocals sit deep and relaxed in the pocket, ad-libs panned wide like side comments. Hook explodes with stacked group chants, bright yet subtle horn stabs, and a fatter snare. Verses stay stripped—just drums, bass, and a chopped Rhodes sample—so the chorus feels like the room suddenly fills up with people., bassline, male vocals, warm
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Dusty boom bap loop at a relaxed tempo, swung drums and warm bassline. Male vocals laid back in the pocket, ad‑libs tucked wide. Hook opens up with stacked group chants and subtle horn stabs;
