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Lyrics
[Intro]
Back porch
Late June
Same shirt
Same tune
[Verse 1]
Ash on the plate, sunlight on the table
Phone on silent, time moving unstable
Neighbors talking loud, I just let it all blend
Smoke drawing slow little halos in the wind
Hoodie in the heat, I don’t rush my seasons
Got a long list of “laters,” that’s my kind of freedom
Kick drum leaning, heart on recline
Every thought half-formed, feels by design (yeah)
[Chorus]
Slow cooked summer, let the day just simmer
Let it ride, let it ride (let it ride, let it ride)
I ain’t in a hurry, every second tastes richer
Take your time, take your time (take your time, take your—)
Slow cooked summer, let the sun draw pictures
On my skin, on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
I just keep drifting, golden in the flicker
Let it ride, let it ride
[Verse 2]
Groceries on the floor, never made it to the shelf
Half-read book sitting sideways by itself
Fan spins crooked, making lazy little waves
Same three chords looping deep in my brain
Text from the job, I just flip my phone over
Can’t spill this vibe, not a drop, not a odor
I’ll answer when the sky trade orange for blue
Till then, every breath got nothing to prove (nothing)
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration1:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty boom bap loop with swung drums, warm round bass, and lazy Rhodes chords; male vocals laid-back, slightly behind the beat. Verses stay intimate with close-mic tone and tucked ad-libs; hook widens with stacked chant vocals, horn stabs, and subtle vinyl crackle. Let the mix feel sun-faded and unhurried, like a long afternoon on repeat., male vocals, warm, bassline
Credits
Prompt by
HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Dusty boom bap loop at a relaxed tempo, swung drums and warm bassline. Male vocals laid back in the pocket, ad‑libs tucked wide. Hook opens up with stacked group chants and subtle horn stabs; ver
