Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Salt on my lips Still taste the pier air Closed my eyes once Now I wake up nowhere Sunburnt wristband Faded on my nightstand Cheap shells, keychains Rattlin’ in my cold hand Mama in the screen door Yellin’ “y’all come eat” Now it’s sirens out the window Echo through the weak heat I scroll for that shoreline In a concrete phone glow Try to stream that sunset But the feed moves slow [Chorus] I’m haunted by them Gulf Coast ghosts They ride my back when the night wind blows Palms in my veins, can’t let ‘em go I left that state, but it owns my soul Orange sky drip on a motel sign I chase that hue, fall outta time I’m homesick hard for a place I know I left that state, but it owns my soul (yeah) [Verse 2] Hot rain, car wash Thunder on the tin roof Now it’s dry heat, cracked lips Different kind of bad truth Grandma on the front porch Bible and a bug light Now I’m prayin’ to a streetlamp Flicker in the smog night Miss that drive-thru sweet tea Styrofoam, wet ice Here it’s all steel and screen Everything too precise I rap to my reflection See the skyline smear Every glitch in this glass Showin’ what ain’t here (yeah) [Chorus] I’m haunted by them Gulf Coast ghosts They ride my back when the night wind blows Palms in my veins, can’t let ‘em go I left that state, but it owns my soul Orange sky drip on a motel sign I chase that hue, fall outta time I’m homesick hard for a place I know I left that state, but it owns my soul (owns my soul) [Bridge] [Beat stutters, bass swells, scratched vocal chops] Whole map in my mind Panhandle to the pine line Every mile marker Still marked in my timeline Tell ‘em I’m grown But I talk like back home Every “y’all” that I drop Sound like I’m callin’ that coast (hey) [Chorus] I’m haunted by them Gulf Coast ghosts They ride my back when the night wind blows Palms in my veins, can’t let ‘em go I left that state, but it owns my soul Orange sky drip on a motel sign I chase that hue, fall outta time I’m homesick hard for a place I know I left that state, but it owns my soul (oh) I left that state, but it owns my soul
Tags
rap, Moody hybrid of southern trap and glitchy future bass, eerie detuned bass swells and stuttering vocal chops. Female vocals rap in a close, whispered tone that grows into a raw, melodic hook. Sparse verses over 808-style low end and crispy hats; choruses bloom with wide synth pads, pitch-bent fx, and scratched-in vocal ad-libs. Occasional vinyl-style scratches and reversed hits glue it together, with a hazy, late-night mix., scratch, female vocals, glitch hop
Duration
2:49
Instrumental
No
Created
1/21/2026