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Lyrics
Hook
Sippin’ slow, let the night melt in my cup,
Float away when the lights go up, yeah, I’m sippin’ slow.
Taste the memory, let the hollow fill it up,
Lean back, watch the skyline tuck — I’m sippin’ slow.
Verse 1
Window cracked, city hum like a vinyl scratch,
Phone face cold, heart got a crack that won’t patch.
Pocket full of receipts for things I never bought,
Smiles on the surface, under that — a different plot.
Cup in my right hand, left hand on my past,
Mix of sugar, smoke, and all the things that never last.
Tell myself I’m chillin’ but the calm is counterfeit,
Countin’ out the pieces of a me I won’t admit.
Pre-Hook
Late texts, empty checks, I don’t answer none,
I’m learnin’ how to drown and still pretend it’s fun.
Low lights, slow life, I’m steady on the low,
Keep my secrets wrapped around the bottom of the bowl.
Hook
Sippin’ slow, let the night melt in my cup,
Float away when the lights go up, yeah, I’m sippin’ slow.
Taste the memory, let the hollow fill it up,
Lean back, watch the skyline tuck — I’m sippin’ slow.
Verse 2
Friends say “cope,” I say “cope” and mean it less each time,
Laugh lines look like headlines that I scribbled in a rhyme.
Mirror got no mercy, it just knows what I made,
Reflections look like witnesses to every masquerade.
I sip the confidence like it’s bottled in a dream,
Pour illusions in the glass till they glisten and they gleam.
But every smooth sip teach me how to fake the flow,
Learned to sell the shine while I’m drownin’ in the low.
Bridge
Skies talk in static, moon hums the same old tune,
I pace the room polite while my insides go boom.
If truth was ice, I’d sip it slow, let it crack and learn,
But I’m sippin’ slow, afraid to watch the bridge burn.
Hook (variation)
Sippin’ slow, yeah the taste is bittersweet,
Play it cool on repeat, like a tucked-away retreat.
Hold my breath when the thunder start to show,
Hands steady on the cup, I keep sippin’ slow.
Outro
Tomorrow might be sober, might be different with the dawn,
But tonight I’m in the quiet where the loud things get gone.
One more pull, one more hush, let the hush become a glow,
For now I’ll move in measures — one soft sip at a time, sippin’ slow
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro
Details
GeneratedJun 1, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
laid-back, streetwise vibe: melodic flows, moody imagery, and blunt-but-vulnerable lines, male
Credits
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