Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old couch Frayed edge, same spot Ashtray halo Drink with a melting rock You laugh Say my taste is bad But you keep on Sipping what I had Bare feet On the table, you hum Little off-key tune That I came from You ask “Do you ever feel done?” I shrug “We just get less young” [Chorus] We in these velvet corners Moving slow through the years Let the late light pour us Another round of our fears You lean on my shoulder, drifting World falls out of view If the days keep soft and distant I could grow old here with you, with you [Verse 2] Phone buzz Face down, let it ring Outside Someone chases some big thing In here Dust dances in a beam We trade Stupid secrets, quiet dreams You say “Maybe we already won” If peace Is a half-finished song We talk Till the words turn to sighs Your hand Draws circles on my thigh (yeah) [Chorus] We in these velvet corners Moving slow through the years Let the late light pour us Another round of our fears You lean on my shoulder, drifting World falls out of view If the days keep soft and distant I could grow old here with you, with you [Bridge] [Strings swell, soft and warm] If the paint chips Let it fall If the plans slip Let ‘em stall We got old jokes Same small view Same low glow Same you [Chorus] We in these velvet corners Moving slow through the years Let the late light pour us Another round of our fears You lean on my shoulder, drifting World falls out of view If the days keep soft and distant I could grow old here with you, with you (with you)
Tags
rap, Laid-back chill-lounge pop/rap hybrid with male vocals; brushed drums and warm electric piano set a slow head-nod pocket while soft analog bass anchors the groove. Intimate verse rap floats over airy pads; choruses bloom with lush string sections and subtle vocal stacks. Gentle tape saturation and vinyl crackle for an "old room" feel, energy rising slightly in the hook then melting back into a smoky, late-night calm., chill lounge, pop, lounge
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026