Thirty Orbits

[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]

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