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Lyrics
[Intro]
Snow in the minibar
Room key on the floor
"Room service, don't come up"
Yeah, we turned this to a storm
[Verse 1]
You walked in
Eyes red from some old war
Heart all boarded up
Do not enter on the door
I said, "Bet"
Grabbed pillows off the bed frame
Started packing them with T-shirts
Fake snow, same game
You laughed once
Like it hurt to let it out
Then you pegged me in the shoulder
Said, "You better watch your mouth"
We duck behind the desk
Room service tray as a shield
Plastic lid like a helmet
Both generals on the field
[Chorus]
Snowball fight in a hotel room
We throw love like it's something we can lose
Pure heart in a messed-up mood
I just wanna take your hurt, your bruise
Snowball fight in a hotel room
We too insane but we both tell truth
Roasted nectar in a paper cup
Buffalo sober but we still lit up
[Verse 2]
We invented that color
Holding sunlight in our hands
You said, "Call it roasted nectar"
Orange glow on your wristband
You were pacing by the window
Talking 'bout the nights you drank
How the mirror turned a stranger
How the elevator sank
Now it's ice from the bucket
Flying slow across the air
You miss me on purpose
Just to watch me swear
You trip on the duvet
Fall laughing on my chest
Say, "I'm scared I'll break this"
I say, "Baby, that's the test"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] You been through hell
Now we repaint the exit sign
Every dent, every scar
Every "I'm fine" line
[normal voice] We stack little paper cups
Tower on the nightstand
If one falls, we rebuild
Both hands, same plan
You mumble "I'm too broken"
While you load another throw
I say, "Nah, you just chosen"
Then I dive into the snow
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Playful alt-rap at 120 BPM, swung groove, male vocals. Bouncy drums with tight rim shots, warm sub, and quirky percussion (shakers, toy blocks, tongue clicks). Verses sit over fuzzy Rhodes and a woozy synth lead; hook explodes with layered call-and-response vocals and octave doubles. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs and tape-stop drops for humor, but the core stays tender and upbeat, letting the vulnerability cut through.
Credits
Prompt bymcooley9
ModelAria v5
Prompt
120 bpm. Snowball fight in hotel room. pure heart. Want to take his hurt away. insane but love eachother. Invented roasted nectar color. Buffalo sober., rap
