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[Verse 1]
I still got scars
From lime-green messenger names
Burnt CDs in a shoebox
Every track mislabeled the same
I scroll through reels
While my back starts to complain
Got a skincare fridge now
Still break out like eighth grade
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m too old for this app
Too young to give in
Got a 9-to-5 calendar
Full of dentist visits and friends I never see
[Chorus]
I’m an elder millennial, buffering in my thirties
Loading screen soul, knees weak, kinda flirty
Still scream-sing songs I learned in ‘03
Kids call it vintage
It’s just me
I’m an elder millennial, stuck between updates
I know all the hacks
Forget all the dates
Got one foot in memes, one foot in pain
Laugh through the lag
And do it again
[Verse 2]
I pay for streaming
Still own that scratched-up disc
I say “let’s pre-game at nine”
But I’m asleep by six
My group chat’s lit
About our houseplants and rent
We used to stage dive
Now we stretch before we vent
[Rap]
Yeah, I’m the Wi‑Fi dad with the weak-ass spine
Got a foam roller throne and a screen‑time shrine
Wore skinny black jeans through three sad eras
Now my hips talk back like “bro, have some self‑care”
Got a student loan ghost that haunts my pay stub
Back in my day we had to steal our plug
I survived dial‑up, pop‑punk, side‑part shame
Now the algorithm’s roasting how I say my own name
I hit one mosh pit, need three-day rest
Wear a smartwatch flex just to track my stress
Still toss up horns when the chorus hits hard
Then tap “low impact workout” in my health app chart (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m an elder millennial, buffering in my thirties
Loading screen soul, knees weak, kinda flirty
Still scream-sing songs I learned in ‘03
Kids call it vintage
It’s just me
I’m an elder millennial, stuck between updates
I know all the hacks
Forget all the dates
Got one foot in memes, one foot in pain
Laugh through the lag
And do it again (again, again)
[Verse 1]
I grew up slamming doors
Now I just mute the thread
Used to write in black nail polish
Now it’s spreadsheets instead
We planned revolutions
From the back row of the show
Now my wildest act of chaos
Is saying “can’t, I gotta go”
[Chorus]
We’re elder millennials, screaming into group chats
Heart still stage-dives, body’s yelling “don’t try that”
We used to bleed on the floor for the band
Now we bring earplugs
Stand in the back
We’re elder millennials, halfway to a throwback
Car seat in the hatch, still blasting that sad track
We never grew up, just grew out of our jeans
Still the same feelings
Now with receipts
[Verse 2]
I used to cry in bathrooms
Over mixtapes and fades
Now I cry on tax day
And the cost of Gatorade
I ghosted all my journals
Started yelling in my notes
Therapist says I’m “self-aware”
Which I think is millennial code
[Rap]
Yeah, I’m the sad-boy uncle with the dad-joke flow
Got a back that snaps every time I sneeze slow
Hit “going” on events I will never attend
Cancel last minute, blame “traffic” again
My emo got older, upgraded to dread
Now it looks like a budget true-crime thread
I used to text “u up?” at like 3 a.m.
Now it’s “you
Details
GeneratedApr 19, 2026
Duration3:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hooky emo-pop meets emo-rap with male vocals; clean guitars and bright synths in the verses, big half-time drums and octave leads in the chorus. Rap section leans into tight, punchy 808-style low end under crunchy guitars. Screamed gang vocals layer the final hook for a metalcore edge, with one brief breakdown hit before the last chorus., metalcore, emo, pop, hardcore
Credits
Prompt byUrbanBandit868
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write two versions of being an Elder Millennial. Add a little humor in it along with a rap section., pop, emo, emo rap, hardcore, metalcore, male
