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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He got a scratch on his knee
From the bike by the curb
Now he skips to the gate
With a phone full of words
Mom says slow down, baby
He says, "I'm good, I'm good"
But his shoes hit the pavement
Like he already understood
[Verse 2]
At thirteen, he’s out late
With a grin and a plan
Sneaks his school shirt off
For a grown-up hand
Got bills on his hoodie
And a look in his eye
Like he’s racing the sunrise
Before it passes him by
[Pre-Chorus]
He don’t sleep much now
Too much on his mind
Growing like a storm cloud
He can’t even name why
[Chorus]
Too fast, too fast
He’s burning through the glass
Too fast, too fast
Wish somebody made it last
Hands full, heart loud
He’s gone before you blink
Too fast, too fast
And he still don’t stop to think
[Verse 3]
Used to be cartoons
On a cracked living room screen
Now it’s group chats, cheap cologne
And a head full of dreams
He’s got old jokes buried
Under that new disguise
But when nobody’s looking
He still calls home twice
[Pre-Chorus]
He don’t sleep much now
Too much on his mind
Growing like a storm cloud
He can’t even name why
[Chorus]
Too fast, too fast
He’s burning through the glass
Too fast, too fast
Wish somebody made it last
Hands full, heart loud
He’s gone before you blink
Too fast, too fast
And he still don’t stop to think
[Bridge]
Mama keeps the photo
By the fridge and the keys
Little kid with a gold tooth
And a gap-toothed grin in spring
He walks in for dinner
Acts like nothing changed
But the room feels smaller
Every time he says his name
[Chorus]
Too fast, too fast
He’s burning through the glass
Too fast, too fast
Wish somebody made it last
Hands full, heart loud
He’s gone before you blink
Too fast, too fast
And he still don’t stop to think
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop rap with a mid-tempo swung drum pocket, heavy kick-snare bounce, and tight 808 sub that leaves space for the verse. Verse 1 rides sparse piano stabs and clipped hats; pre-chorus strips to bass and vocal doubles; chorus lands with chanty gang hooks and a warped synth rise. Breathy ad-libs, delay throws on key lines, gritty close-mic lead, punchy and modern mix., rap
Credits
Prompt bySoftNinja474
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap about a teenager growing up to fast
