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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late bus ride
Face in the glass, phone light
Blue hoodie in July
Still feel that last goodbye
Your name in the top of my screen
Unread, but I read what it means
Scroll back to the start of the thread
Laughing at texts that are dead
[Chorus]
You were my late night, low light, slow song
Now it’s just my shadow rapping along
Talking to your ghost in the timeline
Hit send, hit backspace, rewind
You were my safe place, worn-out tee
Now it’s just this beat and me
Mumbling the parts where you’d sing on
You were my late night, low light, slow song
[Verse 2]
Half-charged phone, three missed calls from mom
Saying, “Baby, move on,” but I stall, stay calm
Replaying that walk by the store
Cold fries, bad jokes, wanted more
You said, “Don’t vanish when it gets real”
I laughed, now I know how that feels
Left your brush by the side of my sink
Can’t throw it out, so I don’t think
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Talk slow
Let the words drag, let the hurt show
If you dialed right now, I’d fold
Say I’m fine, but my chest knows
[whispered vocals] Miss you, miss you
In the spaces between each kick
Every soft snare hit
Is another “what if” I can’t fix
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 7, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Slow lo-fi rap ballad over pillowy pads, felted keys, and a warm, round sub. Dusty swung drums with soft, lazy snares sit behind the pocket; male baritone vocals half-rap, half-murmur. Chorus blooms with layered hummed harmonies and a wider pad bed, verses stay intimate and close-mic’d. Occasional vinyl crackle and distant vocal chops for texture, drums duck slightly on hooks for a floating feel., lo-fi, ballad, soft, warm, slow
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Slow lo-fi rap ballad over pillowy pads, felted keys, and a warm, round sub. Dusty swung drums with soft, lazy snares sit behind the pocket; male baritone vocals half-rap, half-murmur. Choruses b
