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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You was front row
I was back seat
Hoodie up, headphones
Sneakers on the desk feet
Teacher said "eyes front"
I was watching you instead
You was twirling that pen
I was writing you in my head
Shared notes in the margins
Doodles on the page
You drew little hearts
I erased all the names
Walk home, same route
Backpacks too heavy
Talk big future
Pockets small, still ready
[Chorus]
High school love, passed notes, last bell
You the secret in my notebook, I never tell
From the bleachers to the bus stop rain
You was there for the homework, there for the pain
High school love, cheap snacks, big dreams
Slow dance in a gym full of bad beams
We were broke, we were young, we were scared of the end
But I swear back then you was more than a friend (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Lunch line, you cut in
Said "save me a seat"
Traded you my fries
For a sip and a kiss on the cheek
Your name on my locker
In a code we made up
If you circled the star
I knew we ain't break up
We fought on a Monday
Made up by the game
You showed in my jersey
Still mad, still came
Parents in the driveway
Lights on, time's up
Kissed you by the mailbox
Heart doing too much
[Chorus]
High school love, passed notes, last bell
You the secret in my notebook, I never tell
From the bleachers to the bus stop rain
You was there for the homework, there for the pain
High school love, cheap snacks, big dreams
Slow dance in a gym full of bad beams
We were broke, we were young, we were scared of the end
But I swear back then you was more than a friend (yeah)
[Bridge]
Cap and gown, caps in the sky
You cried in your car, said "I hate goodbye"
Said "Call me, don’t let it fade"
You traced your name on that rearview shade
Even now when my phone light up
And I see your name, I still feel us
Hallway hugs and the bell that rang
Little first love that still still sang
[Chorus]
High school love, passed notes, last bell
You the secret in my notebook, I never tell
From the bleachers to the bus stop rain
You was there for the homework, there for the pain
High school love, cheap snacks, big dreams
Slow dance in a gym full of bad beams
We were broke, we were young, we were scared of the end
But I swear back then you was more than a friend (oh yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 20, 2026
Duration2:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Warm, nostalgic boom-bap with soft keys and airy pads; mid-tempo drums swing under intimate male vocals. Verses stay close and conversational, tucked into a mellow pocket; chorus opens with layered sing-rap hook, subtle harmonies, and a deeper bass swell. Light vinyl texture and distant school ambience in the intro to place us right back in the hallway.
Credits
Prompt byAlchemistBohemian558
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Romantical rap song about high school relationship
