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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red digits on the face
Little silver box on the milk crate
Twist the knob
Room vibrates
Glow from the screen on your cheekbones
[Chorus]
303 on the dashboard
Heartbeat stepping in four
Got me locked in that small room
But my mind’s on a packed floor
303 on the dashboard
Same line
Turning to more
Every tiny change feels huge
Yeah
I’m lost in that low roar
[Verse 2]
Plastic case
Taped-up cord
Friends on the couch getting bored
You and me
Stuck on one chord
Still
It feels like a wild storm
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 2, 2026
Duration1:36
LanguageTurkish
Style
Squelchy retro acid line over tight drum machine groove, 125 BPM feel. Dry, upfront male vocals with a detached cool; short phrases riding the pocket. Sparse verses with filter-swept synths, chorus widens with chorus-y pads and wide stereo delays. Occasional robotic ad-libs, crisp clap and hat patterns pushing the track forward.
Credits
Prompt byEpicRemixer442
ModelAria v5
Prompt
303 Roland
