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Lyrics
[Intro]
Twenty-six candles
One more year on my plate
Watching legends turn to murals
I ain’t tryna meet that fate (nah)
[Verse 1]
Mama kept the TV low
Every time they said “another one gone”
Same age as your baby boy
She just turned that channel, moved on
I was in the basement
Dreaming bout arenas and a different zip code
Didn’t know the price tag
Came with demons that don’t ever get old
Friends sipping poison like it’s holy water
I was on the couch, scrolling through the slaughter
Every headline like a horoscope
“Gifted kid, lost hope”
I don’t wanna be a T-shirt
Face on a wall, lil’ quote, cheap flowers
I want gray hair, bad knees
Still rapping off beat, still ours (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love
They can keep that velvet rope in the sky
I got way too many verses left to write
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood
If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush
Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us (that ain’t us)
[Verse 2]
Used to chase numb
Couple little pills in a plastic bag
“Try it, you’ll be fine, bro”
Whole room laughed, I just laughed back
But I seen the bathroom floor
Cold tile, shaky hands, blue lips
Paramedics in a hallway
Mama praying over group texts
I got cousins that don’t get a second take
Got a mirror with a name on the stake
Every time I see my eyes in the glass
I remember that it’s fragile, can’t fake
Yeah, the crowd say “more”
Promoter wanna squeeze one extra tour date
But I’m pulling rank on my soul
Sleep in my own bed, I’m straight (I’m good)
[Chorus]
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love
They can keep that velvet rope in the sky
I got way too many verses left to write
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood
If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush
Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us
[Bridge]
[Orchestra swells in, gospel hums under]
I got homies in the ground that still talk to me
Every time I wanna slip, they walk with me
Hear ’em saying, “Lil Mac, please breathe
We already paid that fee” (yeah)
So I trade one night for a lifetime
Trade one high for a sunrise
If I gotta choose between the love and the life
I’ll take both, hands wide, that’s mine (that’s mine)
[Chorus]
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love
They can keep that velvet rope in the sky
I got way too many verses left to write
I’m not tryna be in the 27 club
Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood
If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush
Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us
[Outro]
[Choir answers each line softly]
I’m still here, still breathing (still breathing)
Still broke, still healing (still healing)
If the legends had one more season
They’d tell us, “Boy, keep living for a reason” (keep living)
Twenty-six candles
One more year on my plate
I ain’t tryna be a painting
I’m tryna stay late, I’m tryna stay late (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Warm, melodic hip-hop with male vocals; swung head-nod drums over a fat, rubbery bassline. Verses float like late-night introspection, Rhodes and muted guitar under a small string section. Choruses rise with lush orchestra swells and a gospel choir answering key lines, organ pads filling the top; final hook lifts into big harmonies and a half-time groove for a cathartic outro., gospel, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Shep_1c
Shep_1cModelAria v5
Prompt
male a hip hop artist called mac determined not to be in the 27 club overdose at 26 in the style of Mac miller with orchestra and gospel singers, fat base, great melodies
