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Lyrics
[Intro]
One couch
One ashtray
One lighter
Whole day
[Verse 1]
Same hoodie three days straight
Crumbs in the grinder, rent past due date
Phone face down, friends on read
Talk big game, stay stuck in bed
Hit that bowl till my thoughts get slow
Ceiling fan spin like a late-night show
Laugh at nothing, then it hits too hard
Chest on fire, mind on guard
[Chorus]
I get high by myself, yeah, I like it that way
Tiny little storm in my skull all day
I don’t need a crowd when I’m losing control
Just me, this weed, and a worn-out soul
Just me, this weed, and a worn-out soul
[Verse 2]
Pizza box drum set, tapping on the springs
Rapping to the wall about dumb little things
Ash on my jeans like powdered snow
Plans in my notes I will never show
[low vocal register]
Say I’m “just chillin’,” truth: I’m stuck
Every burnt fingertip feels like luck
Turn the volume up till the past gets blurred
Scream one line, forget the words
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Inhale, exhale
Everything’s fine
Inhale, exhale
Maybe I’m lying
[spoken, half-rapped]
But I’ll spark that green when the sky turns gray
Tell myself I’ll quit, “yeah, another day”
Flip off the world from my thrift store throne
Middle of the mosh pit, stuck at home
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
Duration2:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Grimy punk-rap hybrid: blown-out power chords, distorted bass, breakbeat drums with occasional halftime switch for rap sections. Male vocals snarl in the verses, shout-along gang vocals on the hook. Gritty room reverb, clipped vocal takes, feedback swells between sections, tight 2-minute energy burst., punk, rock
Credits
Prompt bySoundRemixer696
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about smoking weed alone, rock, punk, rap
