

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Ash on my jeans Her head on my chest Passport pages Burnt at the edges [Verse 1] She got jet lag in her eyes Red lines, but she still shine crazy Hotel curtains half-drawn City hum humming all lazy Roll up, twist, lick, light First pull, my pulse go hazy She laugh, that side-mouth grin Turn cold rooms wavy, wavy Her touch? Static in my veins Nails on my neck when the plane hit rain Turbulence, she just squeeze my hand Like, "Boy, we gods, this tin can's a fan" Airport bars, plastic cups, cheap gin She steal my hoodie, drown in the thick brim Snap on my phone, her face in the blue glow Every new stamp still feel like the first road [Chorus] Endless, endless, endless Love run long like the smoke we breathe Every new town, same heartbeat Her smile still knock me off my feet Endless, endless, endless Eyes say stay when the wheels leave ground Every short stay, same deep sound I chase that high whenever she around [Verse 2] Window seat, clouds like crumpled sheets She asleep on me, drool on my tee, I let it be Customs line, I joke 'bout running She roll her eyes, still clutch my key Backseat rides through a neon blur Back roads too, she still prefer My hand on the wheel, her hand on my thigh Ash out the ride, let the stress just die She pull my head when I cough too hard "Slow down, baby, lungs ain't a graveyard" Then she take a pull, halo round her hair We share that sin, we share that air Same playlist on a busted phone Same inside jokes 'bout getting grown If the world burn out to a silent hush I just need her eyes, that lazy touch [Chorus] Endless, endless, endless Love run long like the smoke we breathe Every new town, same heartbeat Her smile still knock me off my feet Endless, endless, endless Eyes say stay when the wheels leave ground Every short stay, same deep sound I chase that high whenever she around
Tags
rap, Dusty lo-fi noir beat built from a warped jazz sample under thick cinematic bass and punchy 808s, rattling hats flickering around the pocket. Male aggressive but hypnotic rap vocals, almost spoken on the verses, locked to a head-nod groove; chorus opens with airy synth pads and stacked low harmonies, bass swelling for a hazy, smoked-out lift. Subtle tape hiss, vinyl crackle, and filtered delays glue it into one slow-burning, late-night trip., lo-fi, hypnotic
3:17
No
1/15/2026