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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm hits six
He’s up before the sunlight
Same old kicks
Coffee in a paper cup
Tight
Talking to himself
“Today I’m going higher”
Timeline full of people
Throwing shade on his fire
[Pre-Chorus]
He sees their words
Scrolling past the screen
Shrugs it off
Like dust off his jeans
Heart locked in
On what he’s building
Hands on the wheel
He just keeps steering
[Chorus]
He’s too busy winning to hear them talk
Too locked in living to watch that clock
They don’t understand how he guards his flame
They hate his energy
He’s on his game
He’s too busy running his own race
Eyes on the summit
Not their face
They can’t touch what they can’t explain
They hate his energy
He’s on his game (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Late night grind
Blue light on his cheekbones
Friends online
He’s turning all these dreams real slow
They throw jokes
From the comfort of the sidelines
He throws focus
On the next small step
That’s fine
[Pre-Chorus]
Every “you can’t”
Feeds another try
Every roll eye
Becomes fuel inside
He don’t fold
When they start trippin’
Headphones on
Tunnel vision
[Chorus]
He’s too busy winning to hear them talk
Too locked in living to watch that clock
They don’t understand how he guards his flame
They hate his energy
He’s on his game
He’s too busy running his own race
Eyes on the summit
Not their face
They can’t touch what they can’t explain
They hate his energy
He’s on his game
[Bridge]
Why they so bothered by a good vibe?
Why they so loud from the outside?
He just laughs
Lets it slide right through
They see a glow he always knew
He just keeps moving like it’s all love (all love)
Sending ’em peace while he levels up (levels up)
[Chorus]
He’s too busy winning to hear them talk
Too locked in living to watch that clock
They don’t understand how he guards his flame
They hate his energy
He’s on his game
He’s too busy running his own race
Eyes on the summit
Not their face
They can’t touch what they can’t explain
They hate his energy
He’s on his game (on his game)
Yeah he’s on his game
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration4:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Airy pop-trance hybrid with male vocals; soft pads and filtered arps in the verses, sidechained synth beds and pulsing bass in the chorus. Intro starts spacious and calm, then builds into a wide, shimmering hook. Subtle chopped vocal echoes on key phrases, four-on-the-floor groove that feels uplifting and unstoppable. Final chorus lifts with extra harmonies and bright lead synth doubling the topline., ambient, trance
Credits
Prompt by
Dinne199
Dinne199ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
pop, ambient, trance song bout a man on his game and doesn’t understand why haters hate is energy but he’s to busy winning.
