Lyrics
[Intro | ~80 BPM, low chest, sparse keys, slight vinyl crackle]
(quiet breath)
We was out there… ain’t even think twice
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[Verse 1 | loose pocket, conversational, gritty]
Cut through the woods like it’s nothin’ to us
I’d make some shit up—now it’s chasin’ us
Swore it was real how I said it out loud
Had ‘em all lookin’ back, duckin’ off from the sound
Told J how to write it—he ran with the pen
Took what I said, made his own off it then
Lessons be lessons—I ain’t gotta press it
He stepped when I stepped—I passed him the message
Might’ve been Floyd, I don’t know
Boxes all wet, stacked down low
Every trip down—I’d add more to it
Make that shit worse just to keep ‘em into it
Said don’t look down—don’t stay too long
Had ‘em stuck up top, ain’t steppin’ on
I’m the one made it real—ain’t nobody told ‘em
Drew it out the air… had ‘em breathin’ what I sold ‘em
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[Hook | dragged, reflective, slight melody]
Ain’t know that was the last time
Didn’t think I’d lose it in my mind
Tryna get it back—can’t find it
Shit went… and I still ain’t right
Can’t find it
Can’t find it
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[Verse 2 | off-grid, talk-first, gritty]
New sound—I’m tryna build somethin’ from it
Felt close once… then I couldn’t hold nothin’
Swore I had it… slipped in a second
Lost that feel—ain’t even know what I’m missin’
Grabbed my bike—dust that bitch off
Wheel squeak loud, chain lookin’ rough
Left it right there—hopped in the whip
Rain comin’ down while I’m takin’ that trip
Passed the woods, passed the court—I’m slidin’
Hit my old block—don’t feel like mine
Open house, lights still on
Rain cut clean when I stepped on the lawn
Peep down the basement—light feel off
Same house standin’, but the feel just gone
Same trees, same path, same ground
Said it out loud—ain’t nothin’ come around
Used to make ‘em see it—now it don’t come through
They say fake it till you make it… I can’t fake shit
If it ain’t real, somethin’ in me won’t take it
I boxed that world with the blocks I found
Made that shit mine—now I’m stuck on that ground
Fed it too much, now it don’t move right
Built that whole thing… now I’m locked outside
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[Bridge | low, stripped, almost spoken]
Sittin’ here… leanin’ on losin’
Had somethin’—I was usin’
Went like that… I ain’t even feel it leavin’
Built them monsters—might’ve been the colder me speakin’
Had it once… I grew with it
Lost it… still tryna get to it
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[Hook | repeat]
Ain’t know that was the last time
Didn’t think I’d lose it in my mind
Tryna get it back—can’t find it
Shit went… and I still ain’t right
Can’t find it
Can’t find it
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[Outro | keys + low bass fade, no vocal]
Style
raw rapgritty male chest voiceloose conversational flowminimal keys bass rimshotnostalgic loss moodenglish
Credits
Prompt by
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Golds_NuggetsGeneratedApr 25, 2026
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