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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 14, 2026
Duration2:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
Saltgirl123
Saltgirl123ModelAria v5
Prompt
Atmospheric Trap-Pop, 130BPM. Heavy 808 bass, dark melodic synths. Theme: The spring vibe, untouchable, rising up. Gritty female vocals, rhythmic dance energy, sharp production, no happy pop
