© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin /* “Sudden Weather” is a poetic pop-rap song about emotional whiplash — how a memory ambushes you just when you think you’ve healed. One scent, one phrase, one breeze through the wrong door, and suddenly, you’re back in it. It’s a story of pretending to be fine, while your body still trembles. Sharp, stylish, and vulnerable, it’s a confession delivered in a storm that never asks for permission. */ I was crisp—clipped, lips set, grin tight Strut-stepped through the sun with my highlight right Didn’t flinch when I passed that haunt on Main Didn’t blink at the scent of your sugarcane But bam—basil in the breeze at a Tuesday stall And I’m back in your drawl, burnt toast, that sprawl Back in the smoke from a late-night fry Back in your T-shirt, breath caught, don’t know why Thoughts skipped like hiss on a vinyl spin But your echo cuts close—a Judas grin Tried new rules, new light, tried grace But your voice still loops in my interface I locked you out with every reset But scent don’t ask and air don’t vet My skin hums tunes my mind erased You're the glitch in my signal trace It’s sudden weather I was fine, then I'm back in your sweater One breeze, one sound, I shatter You're thunder in July, a heartbeat scatter Told myself I’m healed—clever But the sky don’t care about never Yeah, I swore I was done, 'Til the storm broke my line Got bounce-back boots and a playlist blocked My mirror says "clean," but my click gets locked Then—Uber air, that cologne-slip code And I’m biting my lip in reactive mode I’m glam-slam brave with a latte grip Lip-gloss glossed, but my hands still slip Talk bold in texts—"I'm good, still queen" But my knees give out where you used to lean You're cached in code I can’t unthread You breathe between lines I never read I’ve scrubbed you off, I’ve burned your name But your scent still lives in my chestplate frame Built a sky where your storms can’t crawl But you seep through cracks in the quietest wall I don’t want you back, just want peace to stay But you linger like clouds that don’t blow away It’s sudden weather I was strong, now I’m light as a feather One laugh, one scent, I’m scattered You're static in a storm, rhythm shattered Told them I’m fine—whatever But my breath don’t lie—it tremors Yeah, I swore I was free, 'Til the gust bent my spine You’re not a man—you’re a reflex A half-typed text A tab I can't close when the screen resets A voice in the white-noise sleep I fake A pulse in the pause that a silence makes The hum between breaths, the silence tracked Where memory lingers in artifacts It’s sudden weather I was fine, now I’m caught in the tether One breeze, one shift, no shelter You're the storm that rewrote my letter I was fine, I swear— 'Til the forecast cracked the air …and I never checked the weather.
