

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We had bikes, not bills Grass stains on our shins Now it’s late fees, late nights Same friends, strange lives, thin Used to race the sun home Now I race deadlines Mom’s eyes got quiet When I crossed that line Blew candles, made wishes Now I just make rent Every year’s a timestamp On the things I never meant I wear my old school hoodie Like a disappearing shield All the patches, all the holes Tell me what I tried to heal [Chorus] I grew up too fast Skipped the soft part, straight to the crash Photos in a shoebox Feel better than the life I have I grew up too fast Every hallway turned to a trap Smiling in the yearbook Now I barely recognize that laugh [Verse 2] First sip, first smoke Thought that made me grown Next week, first panic Locked inside my phone Got taught “stand strong” Not how to ask for help So I folded in silence Into someone else Play pretend at parties Like I planned this path But my future feels foreign Like a language I never had I scroll past my childhood In two, three swipes All that time I begged to hurry Now it’s running out of sight (yeah) [Chorus] I grew up too fast Skipped the soft part, straight to the crash Photos in a shoebox Feel better than the life I have I grew up too fast Every hallway turned to a trap Smiling in the yearbook Now I barely recognize that laugh [Bridge] If I could slow the frame Hold one backyard day Trading all this “being grown” For one more careless game But the clock keeps humming Like it knows my name So I lie awake in the dark Trying to outgrow the shame
Tags
rap, Slow, brooding dark-ambient rap: distant sub-bass swells, dusty vinyl hiss, soft detuned pads pulsing under a sparse, swung kick and rim. Verses delivered in a low, close-mic male vocal, almost whispered, with reverb tailing into the void. Hook lifts slightly with layered, ghostly harmonies and a filtered choir pad; subtle reverse FX and delayed ad-libs bleed between lines to blur time and memory., ambient, depressing, dark ambient
2:28
No
2/13/2026