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Lyrics
[Intro]
Board in the bag
Stamp in the page
Red-eye flight
New timezone, same rage (let’s go)
[Verse 1]
Touch down Narita, jet lag, deep freeze
Vending machine coffee, steam in the breeze
Train to the hills, watch the gray turn white
Tiny town signs, neon on rice fields at night
Ryokan slippers, tatami on my feet
Onsen steam rising while it’s dumping in the street
Pray to the forecast, hands in my coat
“Please let it stack,” like I’m counting each float
[Chorus]
Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground
Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound
Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain
Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting
Deep powder, whole world in slow
Spray in the air like a white halo
Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back
Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (yeah)
[Verse 2]
First lift creaks, cold breath through the mask
Local old heads with a lifetime pass
Nods in the queue, we don’t share a tongue
But we speak same language when the leg burn comes
Duck that rope, little side hit stash
Snow up to the thigh when I straight-line past
Slash by the pines, bark dust on the coat
Hit one pillow, then I just… float
Goggles all foggy, wipe with the glove
Hear my own laugh echo, fall in love
Pocket full of yen, ramen on the break
Steam on the glass while it pounds on the lake
[Chorus]
Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground
Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound
Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain
Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting
Deep powder, whole world in slow
Spray in the air like a white halo
Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back
Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Night lights glow on the falling storm (woo)
We still ride when the legs feel torn
Lift shuts down but the crew still hikes
Headlamp beams drawing lines on the ice
Every step up, every breath, that burn
Every small pain for a big clean turn
If heaven got runs, it look like this
White room, wipe out, still pure bliss (uh)
[Chorus]
Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground
Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound
Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain
Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting
Deep powder, whole world in slow
Spray in the air like a white halo
Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back
Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (powder)
Details
GeneratedMar 16, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, High-energy boom-bap meets modern trap bounce, male vocals. Crunchy drums and round sub, chopped koto and airy flutes panned wide. Verses tight and story-driven, ad-libs tucked behind main vocal. Hook opens with big stacked chants and crowd shouts, final chorus lifts with extra harmonies and echo throws., deep
Credits
Prompt by
Rockitfish
RockitfishModelAria v5
Prompt
Trip to mountains amazing snowboarding adventure story of deep
Powder adventures in japan, rap
