Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold air in my lungs April still feels like last December Cherry buds on the fence I don’t bloom fast, I remember Black boots in the green Mud on my laces, I like it Birds sing a sweet little hymn I twist it, rewrite it [Pre-Chorus] They think sun means soft They think petals mean kind But I’ve been cutting through the thaw With a razor in my mind [Chorus] I’m the spring you can’t touch Frost on a bright new morning All this light on my face But the ground under me is storming Watch me rise, rise, rise Out the dirt like I own this sky You can feel me in your blood But you’ll never get me in your hands tonight (hey!) [Verse 2] New coat, same guard up Laugh in the smoke by the corner Warm rain on my neck Still run hot like a warning You chase with your open palms I slip right past your reach You want flowers in your fist I want thunder in my teeth [Pre-Chorus] You see shine, see shade You don’t see what it cost Every petal on my skin Grew up cutting through the frost [Chorus] I’m the spring you can’t touch Frost on a bright new morning All this light on my face But the ground under me is storming Watch me rise, rise, rise Out the dirt like I own this sky You can feel me in your blood But you’ll never get me in your hands tonight [Bridge] [Beat drops, bass deeper, filtered synths pulsing] New day, same edge I don’t bend, I don’t beg (oh yeah) If you step in my field Know I bloom on a knife’s edge New day, same edge See me dancing through the flood You can taste me in the air But you’ll never drag me through the mud [Chorus] I’m the spring you can’t touch Frost on a bright new morning All this light on my face But the ground under me is storming Watch me rise, rise, rise Out the dirt like I own this sky You can feel me in your blood But you’ll never get me in your hands tonight
Tags
rap, Atmospheric trap-pop at 130 BPM with heavy 808 low-end and dark, glassy synth leads. Gritty female vocals cut through a sharp, modern mix. Verses ride a tight, percussive groove with sparse pads; choruses bloom into wide, reverb-washed hooks, layered doubles, and distorted backing shouts. Subtle pitched vocal chops weave around the beat, building a restless, rising energy from simmer to full-blooded dance-floor release., pop, theme, happy, female vocals, rhythmic
Duration
2:48
Instrumental
No
Created
2/14/2026