Track · Feb 10, 2026 · English

Third Out of Four

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3:59

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Third son out of four

Middle of the middle, I’m ignored

Hand-me-down dreams on the floor

They all fit them, but they cut me raw

Family photos, I’m half-cropped

Smiling on the edge, then I fall off

They talk plans like they talk stocks

I just nod, staring at the clock

Mama’s tired eyes on the bills

Daddy’s loud voice, quiet guilt

Big bro built a life on skill

Little bro still fresh, unspilled

Me? I’m stuck in between

Too old to be saved, too young to lead

My name said soft like it might bleed

Like they scared I’ll break if I’m seen

[Chorus]

I’m the third out of four, slipping away

Face in the crowd, colors gone gray

Everything numb, what do I say?

I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way

I’m the third out of four, fading fast

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the past

Heart full of sand, it leaks too fast

Trying to hold on but I can’t get a grasp

[Verse 2]

Phone screen bright at 3 A.M.

Scroll to the bottom of the same old friends

Everybody posting their wins

I’m just posting, then deleting again

Unanswered texts in a row

Typing bubbles, then they let go

“Yo, you good?” I type “yeah, bro”

But the truth too heavy to show

College application came late

Left it on the desk for days

Ink dried up, lines half-made

Guess I’m scared of a “no” and afraid of a “stay”

I walk through my day like a ghost

Laugh on cue, then vanish from the jokes

They call my name and it echoes

Feels like talking through thick smoke

[Chorus]

I’m the third out of four, slipping away

Face in the crowd, colors gone gray

Everything numb, what do I say?

I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way

I’m the third out of four, fading fast

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the past

Heart full of sand, it leaks too fast

Trying to hold on but I can’t get a grasp

[Bridge]

Do they see me sinking slow? (do they?)

Or just think I’m laying low?

If I scream inside my head

Will it shake these heavy walls, or just my bed?

I don’t want to be the one they miss

After I’m gone, then they reminisce

Want to feel real, not just exist

Somewhere between their pride and their list

[Chorus]

I’m the third out of four, slipping away

Face in the crowd, colors gone gray

Everything numb, what do I say?

I can’t feel the ground, can’t find my way

I’m the third out of four, please hear this call

If I reach out, will you catch my fall?

I’m here, I’m hurt, I’m still that kid

Trying to learn how to live, not just drift and forgive

Style

rapmelancholy hip-hop ballad with male vocals; slowsparse piano over deeproomy drums and warm sub-bass. verses are intimate and close-micwith subtle backing vocal hums on key phrases. chorus opens with airy pad chords and a softdistant choir texture to widen the spacethen drops back to the dryconfessional verse. mix emphasizes vocal emotionleaving space for breath and small hesitations.sadhip hopslow

Prompt

Make a song that’s sad slow about the third son out of four slipping away. Everything feels numb and he’s lost and unsure how to get his grasp on things, rap, hip hop

Credits

Prompt byGiuseppeDaKing

GeneratedFeb 10, 2026

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