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Lyrics
Static in my head like a late-night screen,
Ash on the carpet, visions half-seen,
Burnt orange glow from the dashboard light,
Thinking every shadow might move just right.
Girls laugh loud, then they fade like smoke,
Lipstick ghosts in a punchline joke,
Heart on shuffle, brain on delay,
Always saying less than I mean to say.
I got pockets full of nothing but belief,
Rumors, whispers, torn-up leaves,
Something heavy breathing past the treeline,
Can’t see the face but I know the outline.
Radio hums like it knows my name,
DJ talking backwards, same old game,
Eyes too red for a straight alibi,
Feet too slow but my thoughts still fly.
I don’t chase truth, I let it pass,
Like headlights bending through dirty glass,
If it’s real or not, man, who can say—
But the woods stay watching either way.
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration1:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty Hip-Hop Beat with Old-School Vinyl Scratches and Funky Bass, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
GhoulInterrupted
GhoulInterruptedModelAria v5
