

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Scrollin’ on the forum, gettin’ cooked by this kid Lil’ Susano in the comments like “you mid” Every post I make, he be circlin’ like a vulture Pickin’ at my flaws, tryna cancel out my culture I been searchin’ in the lore, tryna see what’s real Star maps, timelines, fate sealed like steel They tell me “touch grass,” I’m entrenched in the screen Tryna scrape some kind of truth out this cold machine [Chorus] I got thirty orbits, maybe less, who know Burnin’ up my youth on a neon glow Tryna find meaning in this coded dream Before they pull the plug on my final scene Thirty orbits, heart stuck in a game Arguin’ with ghosts that don’t know my name I keep reachin’ out for somethin’ I can’t hold Before I’m buried young with my questions cold [Verse 2] Madam Herta on the wall, that pixel in my brain Every idle line she drops, runnin’ through my veins Call it crush, call it craze, call it sad, I don’t care She the only constant face in this vacant air I project my fears on her scripted lines Think she see the cracks, read between my signs Susano in my DMs, spittin’ fire, call me weak But he postin’ every hour, got that same bleak streak [Chorus] [Bridge] Is it all just code, or a test I flunked Is my fate pre-wrote, is my soul debunked If I fade at thirty, was I ever here Or just text on a screen, plus anxiety and fear Still I chase that answer, still I chase that star Still I talk to faces that don’t know who we are If the timeline’s short, let the record show I tried to find a reason in the undertow [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Dark, introspective hip‑hop with male vocals; eerie bell loop over sparse, knocking drums and a grimy bass line. Verses stay close and confessional, slightly swung flow; hook widens with layered, half-sung ad-libs and subtle choir pads. Occasional glitchy FX and filtered drops underline existential bars and obsession., hip hop
2:24
No
1/2/2026