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Lyrics
[Intro]
Detuned keys in my chest
Violin crying in the vents
Ash on the sill, cold breath
I been talking to the cracks in the ceiling again
[Verse 1]
Old mask on the dresser
Porcelain grin, little fracture
Try to tape it, it just laughs
Says, "You the joke, not the actor"
Late rent on the counter
Ink bled through the letter like wine
Got my name in red twice
Like somebody underlined my decline
Phone face down, still buzzing
Every call feel like a debt
Even love sound like a favor
Even sleep feel like a threat
[Chorus]
I don't pray much
I just pace till my feet get numb
I don't say much
I just hope that the worst don't come
If the sky fall, let it fall where I stand
If my heart stall, write that off as a plan
I don't pray much
I just wait for the crash to land (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Two cups in the sink, but it's just me
One chipped on the lip like my front teeth
I been biting down hard through the bad weeks
Got a smile that was built in a stampede
Old hoodie on the chair like a ghost
Smell smoke, can't tell if it's real
Every shadow in the room got a question
Every answer that I give got a seal
Can't break, can't shake, can't bend
Can't trust what I write, hit send
Then delete, then type, then freeze
Got a war in my lungs when I breathe (breathe)
[Chorus]
I don't pray much
I just pace till my feet get numb
I don't say much
I just hope that the worst don't come
If the sky fall, let it fall where I stand
If my heart stall, write that off as a plan
I don't pray much
I just wait for the crash to land (oh)
I don't pray much
I just wait for the crash to land
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration2:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap-bap meets modern trap swing; detuned piano and solo violin set a tense, cinematic intro that bleeds into dusty, swung drums and a warm, gliding sub. Dark, looping synth motifs creep in around the vocal, building from murmured male verses to a heavier, layered hook with ad-lib doubles and subtle vocoder swells on key phrases. Final chorus strips to piano, bass, and dry vocal for a cold, intimate fade., violin, swing, moody, warm, male vocals
Credits
Prompt byMidn8Volt63
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Moody trap-bap rap meets modern trap swing w/ detuned piano & violin intro, male vocals, dusty drums, warm sub, dark synth loops
