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Lyrics
[Intro]
Ash on my jeans
Her head on my chest
Passport pages
Burnt at the edges
[Verse 1]
She got jet lag in her eyes
Red lines, but she still shine crazy
Hotel curtains half-drawn
City hum humming all lazy
Roll up, twist, lick, light
First pull, my pulse go hazy
She laugh, that side-mouth grin
Turn cold rooms wavy, wavy
Her touch?
Static in my veins
Nails on my neck when the plane hit rain
Turbulence, she just squeeze my hand
Like, "Boy, we gods, this tin can's a fan"
Airport bars, plastic cups, cheap gin
She steal my hoodie, drown in the thick brim
Snap on my phone, her face in the blue glow
Every new stamp still feel like the first road
[Chorus]
Endless, endless, endless
Love run long like the smoke we breathe
Every new town, same heartbeat
Her smile still knock me off my feet
Endless, endless, endless
Eyes say stay when the wheels leave ground
Every short stay, same deep sound
I chase that high whenever she around
[Verse 2]
Window seat, clouds like crumpled sheets
She asleep on me, drool on my tee, I let it be
Customs line, I joke 'bout running
She roll her eyes, still clutch my key
Backseat rides through a neon blur
Back roads too, she still prefer
My hand on the wheel, her hand on my thigh
Ash out the ride, let the stress just die
She pull my head when I cough too hard
"Slow down, baby, lungs ain't a graveyard"
Then she take a pull, halo round her hair
We share that sin, we share that air
Same playlist on a busted phone
Same inside jokes 'bout getting grown
If the world burn out to a silent hush
I just need her eyes, that lazy touch
[Chorus]
Endless, endless, endless
Love run long like the smoke we breathe
Every new town, same heartbeat
Her smile still knock me off my feet
Endless, endless, endless
Eyes say stay when the wheels leave ground
Every short stay, same deep sound
I chase that high whenever she around
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty lo-fi noir beat built from a warped jazz sample under thick cinematic bass and punchy 808s, rattling hats flickering around the pocket. Male aggressive but hypnotic rap vocals, almost spoken on the verses, locked to a head-nod groove; chorus opens with airy synth pads and stacked low harmonies, bass swelling for a hazy, smoked-out lift. Subtle tape hiss, vinyl crackle, and filtered delays glue it into one slow-burning, late-night trip., lo-fi, hypnotic
Credits
Prompt by
0bl1v10n
0bl1v10nModelAria v5
Prompt
Lo-fi stoner noir rap, smoky cinematic bass, punchy 808s, rattling hi-hats, airy synths. Male aggressive hypnotic rap vocals. Story: my endless love for her, her smile, eyes, touch, traveling, smoking
