Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Step off the bus
Whole block too loud
Chain on tuck
But my thoughts too proud
Everybody laughing
They don't see this weight
Smiling in the pics
But my hands still shake
Said I'm “good
” but I lied again
Dark little storm in a room of friends
Scrollin' through my phone just to numb this ache
They sing along
I just hold my face
[Chorus]
And I'm like
Hands in the air
But my heart feels heavy
Whole room jumpin'
But my knees ain't steady
All these lights on me
But I can't find faith inside
They want a turn-up
I just try to stay alive
Yeah
It’s a party
They all say
But it’s stormy in my brain all day
So I breathe in deep
Let the chorus drown my cries
Tryna choose my life over sayin' goodbye
[Verse 2]
Cup in my hand
I don't sip that much
I know where it leads
I’ve been close enough
Stared at the edge on a Thursday night
Mama in my head sayin'
“Hold on tight”
Homie in my ear
“Bro
You good
Don't trip”
Therapist talkin' ‘bout one more step
So I count three things that I still hold dear
My little sis' laugh
My crew right here
[Chorus]
And I'm like
Hands in the air
But my heart feels heavy
Whole room jumpin'
But my knees ain't steady
All these lights on me
But I can't find faith inside
They want a turn-up
I just try to stay alive
Yeah
It’s a party
They all say
But it’s stormy in my brain all day
So I breathe in deep
Let the chorus drown my cries
Pick my life again over sayin' goodbye
[Bridge]
If you feel that pull in the dead of night (hey)
Call that friend
Hit that line
Hold tight
You ain't weak ‘cause you cried
You survived that fight
We still here
We still here
That’s right (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Now we like
Hands in the air
Yeah
We still feel heavy
But we stand up straight
Even when it ain't steady
If you hurt like me
Let this hook be your reply
We choose one more day over sayin' goodbye
Yeah
It’s a party ‘cause we stay
Even when it rains in our brain all day
So we breathe in deep
Let this whole room hear that cry
We’re still here
Still here
We ain’t sayin' goodbye
Style
hard-hitting remix-style rap over a familiar pop progression; male vocals with double-time pockets and ad-lib stacks. verses ride a swung trap groove with sharp hi-hats and subby low endhook opens up with big crowd chants and bright synth stabs. final run-through adds octave harmonies and a filtered build that slams back into the beat.freestyle
Prompt
Make me a fire freestyle to cover party in the USA and try to add suicide 
Credits
Prompt bySilentNinja644
GeneratedApr 6, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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