[Style: Indie Rap / Ambient + Acoustic + Synthwave]
[Tempo: ~88 BPM]
[Key: E Minor]
[Mood: Restless, reflective, defiant]
[Intro (ambient, half-whisper)]
3:30 in the morning…
Mind won’t slow down…
[Verse 1]
White kid, over-stressed, over-pressed, can’t rest,
On rotation—same thoughts in my chest.
Clockwork panic, happens too often,
Smile on the surface while the inside’s coughing.
They say I’m repeating, I hear what they say,
But it’s my life looping—this is my way.
I’m not here flexing a rented persona,
I’m here with scars and a truth I own, yeah.
New on the scene but I’m not new to the pain,
Every line got a timestamp carved in my brain.
Banger after banger? Nah—moments that last,
I’m building a story, not chasing a flash.
[Pre-Chorus]
If it don’t feel real, I don’t want it…
If it ain’t got heart, I don’t want it…
[Chorus (melodic, airy)]
If this is all I got, I’m givin’ it all,
Even when I feel like I’m startin’ to fall.
3:30 thoughts keep callin’ my name…
Tell me, do I quit or rise through the pain?
I don’t need hype, I just need truth,
Something somebody can hold onto.
If one song helps someone get through…
That’s enough for me to do.
[Verse 2]
I hear the noise, but it don’t move me,
Same safe lines, same empty movie.
I respect the ones who put soul in the sound,
Not just talk big when nobody’s around.
They say “top ten,” say “you a clone,”
Say “you too clean,” say “watch your tone.”
I respect women, I watch what I say—
If that’s a problem, I’ll stay this way.
Call me whatever, I’m still gonna write,
Still gonna bleed in the booth every night.
If I’m a “wannabe,” then I’ll be that—
At least I’m honest every track I craft.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t chase trends, I outlast ‘em…
I don’t need crowns, I outclass ‘em…
[Chorus]
If this is all I got, I’m givin’ it all,
Even when I feel like I’m startin’ to fall.
3:30 thoughts keep callin’ my name…
Tell me, do I quit or rise through the pain?
I don’t need hype, I just need truth,
Something somebody can hold onto.
If one song helps someone get through…
That’s enough for me to do.
[Verse 3]
I only respect the ones that got substance in it,
Not just noise with a beat and a budget in it.
StreetDolls, Magnet, EtherealWave257,
VintageTempo729, Angeleyes—yeah, they get it.
Not 96oose and Mac Cracker, trash rappers
No bars, far, from it, disappointments
[Beat Drop]
[Bridge (stripped, almost spoken)]
Am I washed up… or just getting started?
Is this the ceiling… or just the hardest part?
Mind racing, heart pacing—
Fear says “quit,” I don’t embrace it.
[Final Verse (build)]
Back to the wall, I remember that night,
No listens, no light—just me and the mic.
Now look what I built from doubt and from fear…
So why would I stop right here?
Maybe I don’t need answers tonight,
Maybe I just need to keep up the fight.
If fear taps my shoulder, I let it talk…
Then I turn the volume down and I walk.
[Outro (ambient fade)]
3:30 in the morning…
Still here.
ELIROBB
