Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Crash-landed on your rooftop Pockets full of stardust crumbs Green eyes on your old couch Laughing at your thumbs You pour me something earthly I pass you something blue We talk like broken satellites Still orbiting the truth [Chorus] I’m just a stoned alien in your hometown Tracing little crop circles on your worn-out couch You say I feel like trouble I say I feel like home now Stoned alien Too high to ever come down [Verse 2] We name the ceiling constellations Peeling paint and glow-in-dark You tell me all your past lives I draw them on your heart Your phone keeps flashing warnings Mine’s already out of range Kissing through the giggles Like gravity just changed [Chorus] I’m just a stoned alien in your hometown Tracing little crop circles on your worn-out couch You say I feel like trouble I say I feel like home now Stoned alien Too high to ever come down [Bridge] [beat drops to half-time Vocal echoes stretch] If I vanish at sunrise Would you still feel my smoke in your clothes? Would you keep that empty space Where my weird little body once froze? (oh) If I call from some far sky Would you answer like you know? [Chorus] I’m just a stoned alien in your hometown Tracing little crop circles on your worn-out couch You say I feel like trouble I say I feel like home now Stoned alien Lost here Don’t ever help me come down
Tags
Trippy alt-pop with hazy synth pads, swung hip-hop drums, rubbery sub-bass, and shimmering guitars drenched in delay. Female vocals, slightly breathy and playful, stacked harmonies in the chorus. Verses stay intimate and conversational; chorus blooms wide and sticky. Subtle vocoder doubles on key phrases to sell the “alien” vibe, with a short psychedelic bridge where the track warps and filters before the final hook.
Duration
3:21
Instrumental
No
Created
2/21/2026