

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Plastic plate dinners TV on mute Dad’s voice thunder Mama’s eyes bruise Cartoons playing I ain’t laugh once Smelling burnt toast and distrust In that one-bedroom front Hand-me-down mattress Springs in my back Listening for footsteps Heart jumpin out my chest Every slammed door Felt like it’s my fault Learned how to flinch Before I could walk [Chorus] I got porch lights in my head They stay on all night Shadows of the past Still creeping in my sight (yeah) I been tryna run But the hurt still find my bed I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories But they live here in my head (oh-oh) [Verse 2] School bus rolling Mud on my shoes Lying to my friends Say “I overslept, what’s new” Couldn’t tell ’em ’bout the shouting Or the plates on the floor So I swallowed every secret Till it soaked into my core Now I’m grown, still jump When someone raises they tone Got a house, got some trophies But it ain’t feel like home Therapist asking “Tell me, where does it hurt?” It’s in that Sunday church parking lot Stains on my shirt [Chorus] I got porch lights in my head They stay on all night Shadows of the past Still creeping in my sight (still creeping) I been tryna run But the hurt still find my bed I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories But they live here in my head [Bridge] Every scar got a story I ain’t wanna read But I’m turning every page now Letting old ghosts leave (yeah) If I cry, let me cry If I break, let me mend I was a kid in the crossfire I ain’t guilty of that sin [Chorus] I got porch lights in my head They stay on all night Shadows of the past Still creeping in my sight I been tryna run But the hurt still find my bed (find my bed) I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories I don’t want these memories But I’ll learn to live instead (live instead)
Tags
rap, Moody southern trap ballad with male vocals; half-sung, half-rapped delivery. Sparse, detuned bell melody over deep sub and rim-clicks in the verses, hook blooms with layered vocal harmonies and airy synth pads. Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field, 808 slides and occasional pitched vocal chops for tension, slow-bouncing drums that let the storytelling sit right on top., hip hop, pop
2:53
No
2/27/2026