

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Quiet kid, headphones on Hands in sleeves, head down Then you laughed, whole room turned Pulled my world off the ground Shared a bench, plastic cups You said my name like a song Every look messed me up Been replaying it all night long [Chorus] Now my mind runs laps around you Like the cars on I-4 do Every what-if, every almost Every small thing pulls me back to you But I’m back in Orlando Feels like a ghost town somehow Same streets, same crowded places All I see are your traces now [Verse 2] Group chat ping, see your name Scroll it slow, heart stutters You said “text me when you land” I saved it under “Summer” Airport seat, window seat Clouds blur, heart too loud Touch down, sunshine, palm trees Still I feel shut out [Chorus] ‘Cause my mind runs laps around you Like the cars on I-4 do Every what-if, every almost Every small thing pulls me back to you But I’m back in Orlando Feels like a ghost town somehow Same streets, same crowded places All I see are your traces now [Bridge] All these similar faces Same jokes, same hangout spots But your voice in my late-night playlists Cuts through all the background talk If I see you again next summer Will I speak or shut down? (shut down) Till then I’m walking in circles In this overpopulated ghost town [Chorus] Yeah my mind runs laps around you Like the cars on I-4 do Every what-if, every almost Every small thing pulls me back to you Back here in Orlando Feels like a ghost town now Same streets, same crowded places But I only, I only see you in the crowd
Tags
rap, Lo-fi hip hop drums under hazy indie pop guitars, emo rap topline with half-sung male vocals, subtle chorus reverb. Verses stay close-mic’d and confessional, hook opens up with stacked doubles and soft harmonies. Gentle sidechain on the pad to keep it breathing, low-end warm and round for late-night headphones., hip hop, emo, lo-fi, indie pop
3:07
No
4/2/2026