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[Verse 1]
Calendar on the fridge, half torn
Whole year blurred in a screenshot
Mom called, said "you missed Thanksgiving"
I swore that it just kicked off
Old hoodie still smells like last fall
Dead leaves in the back of my car
Same route, same lights, same traffic
But somehow I'm way too far
I blink, my lil cousin got taller
He talk like he paying his rent
Grandma's chair turned into storage
Nobody said when that went
Pulled up to the block, it's condos
Corner store turned into foam
I still hear my name in the echoes
From kids that already grown
[Chorus]
Time keep sliding, I can't grab it
Fingers through sand, it just drips out my hands
Where did all these seasons vanish?
Summer to snow and I don't understand
Wish I had a way to rewind it
Scroll back the days like a film in my mind
But the clock don't break, it just grinds
And I'm left here, losing track of my life
[Verse 2]
Spring rain on a busted window
Puddle paint on my busted shoes
Last year we was laughing on FaceTime
Now your contact just don't move
Got ghosts in my group chat lurking
Blue ticks from a different phone
I type "you up?" then I backspace
Talking to a number that's gone
[low vocal register]
Every morning my mirror look older
Same eyes with a heavier stare
I keep saying "I'll slow down tomorrow"
Tomorrow don't ever pull chair
I stack plans in a dusty notebook
All dates crossed, then crossed again
Life feel like a playlist on shuffle
We skip tracks, never let 'em end
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, 95 bpm dark hip-hop with swung drums, detuned bells, and a brooding bass drone. Male vocals, close-mic, almost confessional. Sparse verse production with distant choir pads; hook widens with layered doubles, low harmonies, and filtered risers that bloom then choke back down. Subtle vinyl grit and reversed textures to play into the time-warp theme., slow, hip hop
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UNFiT_2B_KiNG
UNFiT_2B_KiNGModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about time moving to quickly unable to slow it down. Watching the seasons pass with no idea where it’s gone. Wishing we had the ability to turn back time. 95 bpm dark sound hip hop, rap
