Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Pull up, pull up Uh [Verse 1] Ash on my hoodie like stardust Lungs full of thunder, I spark us Deep drag, feel the galaxy bend Time slow, every second my friend We the crew in the cut, no clocks Eyes red like the exit on locks Laugh float past the ceiling and stay Thoughts loop, keep slipping away [Chorus] We them black hole smokers Light it up, world gets slower Whole room spin off the odor One pull, fall over the border Ay, we them black hole smokers Talk fade out, mind grows bolder Crush that stress on the coaster One hit, it’s all getting colder (yeah) [Verse 2] Couch turn ship, we drifting Ceiling fan feel like it’s lifting Phone screen warp, my thumb glitch Snack bag sound like it’s rich Plot big plans we won’t chase Still feel great in this place Eyes on the wall, see shapes Swear that they move, they ain’t [Chorus] We them black hole smokers Light it up, world gets slower Whole room spin off the odor One pull, fall over the border Ay, we them black hole smokers Talk fade out, mind grows bolder Crush that stress on the coaster One hit, it’s all getting colder (woah) [Bridge] Inhale, exhale, fade to the background Pass to the left, keep the track loud Whole squad lost in the black cloud Whole squad lost and we laugh loud (hey) [Chorus] We them black hole smokers Light it up, world gets slower Whole room spin off the odor One pull, fall over the border Ay, we them black hole smokers Talk fade out, mind grows bolder Crush that stress on the coaster One hit, it’s all getting colder
Tags
rap, Dusty boom-bap with warped spacey pads and detuned bells, male vocals. Verses ride a swung pocket over a thick, round kick and lazy snare; bass glides like orbiting satellites. Hook explodes with stacked gang chants and filtered vocal chops, then drops back into a cold, head-nod groove. Occasional tape-stop FX and riser swells emphasize lyric punchlines and the black hole theme.
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026