Prompt / Lyrics
when my mind resets in the evening hours why waste time counting sheep when i can count backrooms? here, nothing really exists unless you want it to eyeballs replace heads, and newspapers are the birds rows of doors lead to wherever you want them too beware of the red door though there, you'll awake something that's certain to scare the skin right off of your back the color from your face but on this planet dear nothing is sincere nothing exists really really really nothing exists because this is dreamcore baby, you're in the right place my head is spinning uncontrollably i think i should go home i just need to find the black phone i don't want to be lost in space lost in translation i want to be able to move as freely as the wind don't let this place cage you in eyeballs replace heads, and newspapers are the birds rows of doors lead to wherever you want them too beware of the red door though there, you'll awake something that's certain to scare the skin right off of your back the color from your face but on this planet dear nothing is sincere nothing exists really really really nothing exists because this is dreamcore baby, you're in the right place my head is spinning uncontrollably i think i should go home i just need to find the black phone dreamcore mmm
Tags
beats, lo-fi, female vocals, slow jams
Duration
2:43
Instrumental
No
Created
2/12/2026