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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You were front row, second desk, chewing on a pen cap
I was in the back row, hoodie up, pretend rap
You laughed first time I stumbled on a line
Passed me a note like, “You’ll get it next time”
Shared headphones on the late bus
Same three songs, same small crush
You circled my name in your yearbook pen
Said, “Don’t change too fast, write me again”
[Chorus]
We grew up, we grew in, we grew through the rust
Different towns, different plans, had to learn to trust
Every awkward, angry, beautiful phase
Somehow led us right back to this place
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
[Verse 2]
Fast forward, caps tossed, boxes in the trunk
You chased big dreams, I chased this funk
You called from a dorm room, crying on the floor
Said, “I feel too small, I’m not sure anymore”
I was in a basement, posters on the wall
Mic stand crooked, answering your calls
Told you, “Breathe deep, you’re more than that grade”
You said, “Same to you—hit record, press play”
We broke once, silent for a whole cold year
You posted new life, I pretended no fear
But your name stayed bold in my cracked-screen phone
Like a home address I still called my own
[Chorus]
We grew up, we grew in, we grew through the rust
Different towns, different plans, had to learn to trust
Every awkward, angry, beautiful phase
Somehow led us right back to this place
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
[Bridge]
Now it’s rent due, sink full, coffee gone cold
But your laugh still hits like it did at sixteen years old
Fights in the kitchen, make-ups on the train
Two umbrellas tangled in the same rain (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We grew up, we grew in, we grew through the rust
Different wounds, different wins, stitched with patient love
Every quiet Tuesday, every wild mistake
Built this crooked castle that we still remake
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
We didn’t just grow old, we grew into us
Details
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Warm boom-bap with soft keys and dusty vinyl crackle, male vocals. Conversational, close-mic verses over laid-back drums and mellow bass; hook blossoms with subtle gospel-style harmonies and a simple synth pad swell. Final chorus adds light ad-libs and doubled lead for a quietly triumphant, nostalgic feel., romantic
Credits
Prompt by
OneWishForWealth222
OneWishForWealth222ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap romantic story about growing
