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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We used to trade cards in the back of the class
Now we trade memes when the day go bad
You were there when my dad packed bags
Sat on the curb, said, “You can crash at my pad”
You know my middle name, my worst mistakes
Heard every voicemail my ex might make
We laugh ’bout it later eating cold pancakes
You say, “You’re still great,” when my hands still shake
[Chorus]
You my friend, you my brother, you my home
Whole world heavy but you pick up the phone
If I fall, you the net, you the floor, you the throne
Blood or not, you my brother in my phone (yeah)
You my friend, you my brother, you my home
Walk through the fire, through the storm, through the cold
If I’m lost, you the map, you the light on the road
Blood or not, you my brother in my soul (hey)
[Verse 2]
Remember that night, cops flashed those lights
We were just kids on our busted bikes
You talked real calm, said “We’re alright”
Took all the blame when they searched my stripes
You seen me broke, seen me act real proud
Heard me too loud, then helped calm me down
You the one face I can find in a crowd
If my mind too dark, you still hang around
[Chorus]
You my friend, you my brother, you my home
Whole world heavy but you pick up the phone
If I fall, you the net, you the floor, you the throne
Blood or not, you my brother in my phone (yeah)
You my friend, you my brother, you my home
Walk through the fire, through the storm, through the cold
If I’m lost, you the map, you the light on the road
Blood or not, you my brother in my soul (my bro)
Details
GeneratedMar 25, 2026
Duration2:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Warm boom-bap drums with a lazy, head-nod pocket; soulful chopped sample and soft keys. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verse, chorus opens wider with stacked doubles and gentle harmonies. Sub-bass stays round and supportive while ad-libs glide at the edges of the stereo image, bringing a nostalgic, late-afternoon feel.
Credits
Prompt byIcyDrift38
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Friend Brother Love, rap
