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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up, same clock, same ceiling
Group chat dry but my phone still ringing
Scroll past wins I ain’t celebrating
Turn my L’s into fuel I’ve been marinating
Cheap plate, cold rice in the kitchen
Mom stress loud, every word like friction
Promise her a house with the view one day
’Til then it’s late nights, long pray, no play
[Chorus]
I got midnight on my mind
All this pressure in my spine
Turn that pain into a grind (into a grind)
If they doubt, then let ’em doubt
’Cause I’m still gonna make it out
From the floor to the clouds, I’m fine (yeah, I’m fine)
[Verse 2]
Friends turned ghosts when the bag got close
They ain’t clap once but they talk the most
I don’t do shade, I just level my dose
Heart too big, gotta keep it on froze
Notes in my phone like a diary of sins
Every bar blood, every line new skin
If I fall once, I’mma stand up twice
If the door locked, I’mma charge that price (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got midnight on my mind
All this pressure in my spine
Turn that pain into a grind (into a grind)
If they doubt, then let ’em doubt
’Cause I’m still gonna make it out
From the floor to the clouds, I’m fine (yeah, I’m fine)
Details
GeneratedFeb 14, 2026
Duration1:23
LanguageTurkish
Style
rap, Moody trap-rap with brooding synth pads and a dark, sliding bass. Tight, skittering hi-hats and punchy kick drive a head-nod groove around 142 BPM. Verses stay minimal to spotlight a laid-back, confident male vocal; hook blossoms with doubled leads, distant female vocal chops, and a subtle, detuned bell riff that glues it all together., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byCodaTechno255
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, trap
