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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Back in the nineties, I was bare feet on blacktop
Ball in my hands, we’d run till the sun got hot
Hooping with my fiends, under that broken rim
Nothing but a dream and a couple boys on a limb
I could hear my mom call, but I played through it
Sweat on my shirt, still I kept moving
No watch on my wrist, no weight in my chest
Just that loud little life and I loved it best
[Pre-Chorus]
Then you came through, soft like spring rain
Same old block, but it never felt the same
I was young and wild, you was calm and true
One look from you made that whole day new
[Chorus]
Not a care in the world
Not a care in the world
Me and you, girl
That was our whole world
(our whole world)
[Verse 2]
Now I look back, see the dust in the frame
See my future wife in the side-yard game
Pops on the porch, mama calling us in
We laughed so hard we forgot where we’d been
I said, “Baby, one day, I’m gonna get mine”
You said, “Boy, stay focused, take your time”
But life hit fast, like a front-door slam
Bills and bad news shook the map in my hands
[Pre-Chorus]
I try to lock in, keep my feet in place
But the clock don’t wait, and it don’t show grace
One second you’re loose, next second you’re knee-deep
Chasing a way through the days that don’t sleep
[Chorus]
Not a care in the world
Not a care in the world
Me and you, girl
That was our whole world
(our whole world)
[Bridge]
If I lose my way, pull me back home
To them cracked-up courts and that two-tone chrome
To your hand in mine and that summer glow
Before the whole wide world learned to move so cold
[Chorus]
Not a care in the world
Not a care in the world
Me and you, girl
That was our whole world
(our whole world)
Details
GeneratedAug 20, 2026
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow rap-country with laid-back swing, dusty guitar plucks over a brushed kick and clapping snare; verse rides a half-timed talk-rap flow, pre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a rising fiddle line, chorus lands on a chanty hook with gang ad-libs. Close-mic lead vocal, double-tracked on key lines, subtle delay throws on the last word of each hook, porch-ambient textures and a warm, punchy mix., rap, country, slow, world
Credits
Prompt byFrozenTone202
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Slow rap, country, growing up in the 90’s hooping with my fiends, chilling with my future wife, not a care in the world eWorld, but the world is my to take, I try to focus, but life happens fast
