Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I still got scars From lime-green messenger names Burnt CDs in a shoebox Every track mislabeled the same I scroll through reels While my back starts to complain Got a skincare fridge now Still break out like eighth grade [Pre-Chorus] I’m too old for this app Too young to give in Got a 9-to-5 calendar Full of dentist visits and friends I never see [Chorus] I’m an elder millennial, buffering in my thirties Loading screen soul, knees weak, kinda flirty Still scream-sing songs I learned in ‘03 Kids call it vintage It’s just me I’m an elder millennial, stuck between updates I know all the hacks Forget all the dates Got one foot in memes, one foot in pain Laugh through the lag And do it again [Verse 2] I pay for streaming Still own that scratched-up disc I say “let’s pre-game at nine” But I’m asleep by six My group chat’s lit About our houseplants and rent We used to stage dive Now we stretch before we vent [Rap] Yeah, I’m the Wi‑Fi dad with the weak-ass spine Got a foam roller throne and a screen‑time shrine Wore skinny black jeans through three sad eras Now my hips talk back like “bro, have some self‑care” Got a student loan ghost that haunts my pay stub Back in my day we had to steal our plug I survived dial‑up, pop‑punk, side‑part shame Now the algorithm’s roasting how I say my own name I hit one mosh pit, need three-day rest Wear a smartwatch flex just to track my stress Still toss up horns when the chorus hits hard Then tap “low impact workout” in my health app chart (hey!) [Chorus] I’m an elder millennial, buffering in my thirties Loading screen soul, knees weak, kinda flirty Still scream-sing songs I learned in ‘03 Kids call it vintage It’s just me I’m an elder millennial, stuck between updates I know all the hacks Forget all the dates Got one foot in memes, one foot in pain Laugh through the lag And do it again (again, again) [Verse 1] I grew up slamming doors Now I just mute the thread Used to write in black nail polish Now it’s spreadsheets instead We planned revolutions From the back row of the show Now my wildest act of chaos Is saying “can’t, I gotta go” [Chorus] We’re elder millennials, screaming into group chats Heart still stage-dives, body’s yelling “don’t try that” We used to bleed on the floor for the band Now we bring earplugs Stand in the back We’re elder millennials, halfway to a throwback Car seat in the hatch, still blasting that sad track We never grew up, just grew out of our jeans Still the same feelings Now with receipts [Verse 2] I used to cry in bathrooms Over mixtapes and fades Now I cry on tax day And the cost of Gatorade I ghosted all my journals Started yelling in my notes Therapist says I’m “self-aware” Which I think is millennial code [Rap] Yeah, I’m the sad-boy uncle with the dad-joke flow Got a back that snaps every time I sneeze slow Hit “going” on events I will never attend Cancel last minute, blame “traffic” again My emo got older, upgraded to dread Now it looks like a budget true-crime thread I used to text “u up?” at like 3 a.m. Now it’s “you
Tags
rap, Hooky emo-pop meets emo-rap with male vocals; clean guitars and bright synths in the verses, big half-time drums and octave leads in the chorus. Rap section leans into tight, punchy 808-style low end under crunchy guitars. Screamed gang vocals layer the final hook for a metalcore edge, with one brief breakdown hit before the last chorus., metalcore, emo, pop, hardcore
Duration
3:39
Instrumental
No
Created
4/19/2026