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Lyrics
[Verse]
Crumpled bills in my fist, chasing a dream,
Falling through cracks, life’s a ripped seam.
They said cash cures pain, that’s a cruel theme,
But the void got bigger, money ain’t what it seem.
[Chorus]
I’m chasing ghosts, they all made of green,
Stacking up paper, but it’s no vaccine.
Feel the weight, but I can’t intervene,
Chasing ghosts, living life unseen.
[Verse 2]
Diamonds on my wrist, they heavy, they cold,
But the nights still empty, the stories feel old.
Pocket full of gold, heart full of mold,
Bought the world twice, but it ain’t sold my soul.
[Prechorus]
Counting racks, but losing track,
Every step forward feels like a trap.
[Chorus]
I’m chasing ghosts, they all made of green,
Stacking up paper, but it’s no vaccine.
Feel the weight, but I can’t intervene,
Chasing ghosts, living life unseen.
[Bridge]
Mirror shows a stranger, who did I become?
Running from the hunger, but the pain’s never done.
Money in my veins, but my heart’s gone numb,
Chasing ghosts, but I’m the haunted one.
Details
GeneratedJul 27, 2025
Duration2:35
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, sad, melodic trap, male vocals, sparse 808s, moody synths, melancholic piano
Credits
Prompt byEpicHarmonic815
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A sad melodic trap rapping about getting money, rap
