Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got my feet on the couch
Crumbs on the tee, I’m faded
Old show reruns on mute
Phone buzzin’, I still ain’t say shit
Air smell like takeout, cold fries
Unread texts, three nights
Mind run laps in a small room
Ceiling fan spin like a strobe light
I scroll, then I scroll, then I zone
Same four apps like a maze
Left that dream on “maybe later”
Now it live on the back of the page
Every plan parked in the driveway
Engine on, never hit drive
Whole damn day on airplane mode
But my thoughts still stay online
[Chorus]
I’ve been ridin’ in the backseat of my brain (backseat, backseat)
Watchin’ every little chance just pass my lane (let it pass, yeah)
I keep sayin’ “I’ma move,” then I stay the same (same, same)
I’ve been ridin’ in the backseat of my brain
[Verse 2]
Little voice say “get up, get up”
Other voice laugh, “for what?”
Sink full of plates like sculpture
Plans pile up in the cut
Group chat hit, “pull up tonight”
Type “bet,” then I ghost they plans
Lotta “one days” in my notes
Whole lotta “I’ll start when”
Mom call ask how I’m livin’
I say “good,” change the frame
Talk loud ’bout stuff I purchased
Stay quiet ’bout all this shame
I been bookmarkin’ big ideas
Never open ’em, let ’em fade
Got that fire in the attic
But I sleep down in the shade
[Chorus]
Style
rapdusty boom bap loop with swung drums and warmrounded bassline; male vocals sit laid back and conversational. verses stay sparse—just the samplebassand tight hats—while the hook blooms with stacked group chantssubtle horn stabsand extra percussion texture. ad‑libs tucked wide for call‑and‑response energy; occasional vinyl crackle and filtered drops between sections.basslinewarmmale vocals
Prompt
rap, Dusty boom bap loop at a relaxed tempo, swung drums and warm bassline. Male vocals laid back in the pocket, ad‑libs tucked wide. Hook opens up with stacked group chants and subtle horn stabs; ver
Credits
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HollowVotive
HollowVotiveGeneratedDec 31, 2025
ModelAria v5
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