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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Checkmate thoughts
staring at this cracked screen glow
Pieces on the board
but I’m stuck on the same old row
Counting my years like pawns
lined up, ready to go
Wonder if I’ll even see
three-zero on the clock run slow
Scrolling past clips of Herta
laughing in a lab coat, carefree
I’m in my room at 3 a.m.
thinking, that could never be me
She rewinds the universe
I rewind my failures on repeat
Every “what if” sitting
heavy on the edge of my seat
I’m plotting like Fischer
but I’m frozen on move nine
So many openings in life
but I’m terrified to cross that line
Friends talk future
I just nod, keep lying
They say “bro, you’ll be fine”
I’m in my head, dying
[Chorus]
I’m just counting moves, not years
wonder if I’ll make it there
Thirty feels like fantasy
some days I can’t breathe this air
Bobby in my brain again
overthinking every square
Trying not to lose myself
before I even get somewhere
[Verse 2]
Mom says “you’re so young”
but my back aches like my granddad’s
Bills in the mailbox
dreams folded in the trash bag
Trying to pray but my mind
keeps buffering, bad lag
Hope feels counterfeit
like a fake tag on a fake bag
Deadlines piling, dishes too
floor’s a mess like my headspace
Everybody posting wins
I’m stuck in the loading place
Therapist said “write it out”
so I’m bleeding on this page
If life’s a stage, why I feel
locked up behind the backstage
I don’t want a gold crown
just a quiet, decent end
A room that feels like safety
maybe call someone a friend
If I don’t see thirty
tell ‘em I tried to bend
Every dark thought into a rhyme
just to not descend
[Chorus]
I’m just counting moves, not years
wonder if I’ll make it there
Thirty feels like fantasy
some days I can’t breathe this air
Bobby in my brain again
overthinking every square
Trying not to lose myself
before I even get somewhere
[Bridge]
If I stay one more day
is that a tiny win, or tie
If I text back “yeah I’m good”
is that truth or just a lie
If you feel this in your chest
you and me, same side
Maybe we ain’t checkmated yet
just stuck in mid-game life
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Melancholy boom-bap with woozy detuned keys and dusty vocal chops, mid-tempo head-nod groove. Verses sit tight and conversational with close-mic male vocals; hook opens up with layered chants and a wider stereo field. Subby bass glues the low end, crisp hats keep it moving, and a subtle choir pad swells in the hook for a bittersweet, anthemic lift., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Plumpy
PlumpyModelAria v5
Prompt
Contemplating life like Bobby Fischer the chess player, thinking about Herta from HSR and wondering if they will even live past the age of 30. Hopelessness., rap, hip hop, catchy and relatable.
