Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
2:49
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026