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[Verse 1]
White lines on the countertop
Lift ticket on the dash
Still crumpled up
Board in the back
Last night in my lungs
Both kinds of powder
Both keep me numb
Chairlift swingin'
I don't feel cold
Card maxed out but my story sounds bold
Telling my friends it's all under control
But I can't remember last week
Just snow
[Chorus]
I'm skiing powder
Heart's caved in
Chasing highs I can't stay in
From black diamonds to the bathroom sink
Same white hill when I blink
I'm skiing powder
Lose my breath
Carving circles
Flirting with death
Every run feels just like the last
Can't tell the future from the past
[Verse 2]
Goggles on
But my eyes still red
Woke up in a house I don't know
In a stranger's bed
Blurry videos of me
I laugh it off
"Just a phase
" but the joke feels soft
Told my brother I'd slow it down
Then I met the plug back in our hometown
He said
"Man
You always land on your feet"
But lately I fall
And I don't feel the street
[Chorus]
I'm skiing powder
Heart's caved in
Chasing highs I can't stay in
From black diamonds to the bathroom sink
Same white hill when I blink
I'm skiing powder
Lose my breath
Carving circles
Flirting with death
Every run feels just like the last
Can't tell the future from the past
[Bridge]
Do I want the mountain
Or the bag in my hand?
Am I running from the climb
Or afraid to just stand?
If I drop this habit
Would I still feel tall?
Or find out
I was never there at all?
[Chorus]
I'm skiing powder
Heart's caved in
Chasing highs I can't stay in
From black diamonds to the bathroom sink
Same white hill when I blink
I'm skiing powder
Lose my breath
Carving circles
Flirting with death
Every run feels just like the last
Can't tell the future from the past
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Moody trap-leaning pop with male vocals; sparse piano intro into tight, skittering drums and deep bass swells. Verses are half-sung, half-rapped in an intimate low register; hook lifts with layered doubles and a distant falsetto pad. FX-smeared ad-libs and reversed textures blur the line between flex and confession; outro pulls instruments back to just piano and vocal.
Credits
Prompt byDefeatingOdin0
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Powder cocaine, skiing powder, male
