

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock say 3:28 Eyes on that red second hand crawl Basement buzz, brick wall paint chipped Cheap couch sag, got my back in a sprawl Ray in the cut, old hoodie, same jokes Plastic table ringed up from last week’s plans Lagunitas in my hand, foam kiss on my thumb Bittersweet bitter, like “this all I am?” [Chorus] We in the basement before four Half in a dream, half on the floor (yeah) Sippin’ this Maximus, talkin’ ‘bout “more” Knowing we stuck here till that door unlocks Basement before four Laugh so we don’t keep countin’ the cost If they ask what we waiting for Say, “Another life, but the shift ain’t off” [Verse 2] Buzz from the bottle, hum from the vents Fluorescent flicker make my shadow look bent Phone screen cracked, group chat all caps They out livin’ it up, I’m just livin’ in laps Ray say, “Bro, we gon’ blow one day” I nod slow, watch the condensation run Little cold river down a green glass neck Feels like I’m chasing what already done [Chorus] We in the basement before four Half in a dream, half on the floor (woah) Sippin’ this Maximus, talkin’ ‘bout “more” Knowing we stuck here till that door unlocks Basement before four Jokes cover up what we both done lost If they ask what we waiting for Say, “Another life, but the shift ain’t off” [Bridge] [Horns swell, distant crowd murmur under the vocal] Plastic chairs like thrones in disguise Timecard kingdom, punch in, punch lies Take one more sip, let the minutes dissolve If four o’clock come, will anything solve? Ray tap the can like a snare on two He say, “Toast to the ghosts of what we knew” We raise ’em up, cheap light in our eyes Basement saints under flickering skies (yeah) [Chorus] We in the basement before four Half in a dream, half on the floor Sippin’ this Maximus, talkin’ ‘bout “more” Knowing we stuck here till that door unlocks Basement before four Laugh so we don’t keep countin’ the cost If they ask what we waiting for Say, “Another life, but the shift ain’t off”
Tags
rap, Moody ambient hip-hop with brass band flavor; dusty drums and subbass under eerie pads, male vocals in a late-night flow. Verses sit close and confessional, then chorus swells with lush horns, saturated claps, and distant crowd shouts. Energy rises from zoned-out mutter to head-nod chant, ending on a hazy, unresolved fade., dark ambient, ambient, pop, brass band, hip hop
3:43
No
3/25/2026