Thinkin' About You

A euphoric blend of stoner rap and chillwave hip-hop that floats between introspection and cosmic uplift, The track rides a mid-tempo groove with woozy synth pads, analog-smeared drums, and a mellow yet driving bassline that anchors the haze, Melodic rap flows drift through reverb-saturated space, half-sung and reflective, evoking a lucid dream between solitude and self-discovery, The production balances lo-fi grit with futuristic warmth — tape flutter, sidechain breathing, and shimmering synths orbiting a slow-burning rhythm, It’s meditative but confident, nostalgic yet forward-moving — the sound of late-night clarity wrapped in smoke and color

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i been coastin' through tha static with a heart fulla sound  
floatin' past tha streetlights where we used to hang around  
smoke in tha skyline, dreams that we sketched  
now i’m starin' at tha ceiling like it’s etched with regret  
late text, no send, just drafts i delete  
but ya name still loops in tha bassline beat  
can't lie, i've been searchin' through tha loops and tha haze  
tryna trace every moment back to them golden days  
like, did we fall too fast, or was time just bent?  
now i'm caught in tha echo of tha messages sent  
yeah, tha air still hums with a whisper of ya  
even silence got rhythm when i’m missin’ ya touch  
turn tha volume to 10 just to drown my doubt  
but that voice in my head still callin’ ya out

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yeah, mirror talk, i been talkin' in code  
left pieces of myself on every mile of this road  
somethin' 'bout tha silence where ya voice used to live  
turned my chest into echo, and my soul into drift  
don’t know if ya miss me or if i made it all up  
but i still play pretend when i sip from my cup  
past tense, present stress, future unknown  
but ya ghost still lingers in tha dial tone  
i ain’t tryna write no sad song cliché  
but it's hard not to feel when tha nights won’t fade  
got dreams still colorin’ tha edges of thought  
like ya breath in tha room that memory caught  
now i roam through tha waves of what we mighta been  
no map, just tha pull of ya name in tha wind

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~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~ ~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~~ i been coastin' through tha static with a heart fulla sound floatin' past tha streetlights where we used to hang around smoke in tha skyline, dreams that we sketched now i’m starin' at tha ceiling like it’s etched with regret late text, no send, just drafts i delete but ya name still loops in tha bassline beat can't lie, i've been searchin' through tha loops and tha haze tryna trace every moment back to them golden days like, did we fall too fast, or was time just bent? now i'm caught in tha echo of tha messages sent yeah, tha air still hums with a whisper of ya even silence got rhythm when i’m missin’ ya touch turn tha volume to 10 just to drown my doubt but that voice in my head still callin’ ya out ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~ yeah, mirror talk, i been talkin' in code left pieces of myself on every mile of this road somethin' 'bout tha silence where ya voice used to live turned my chest into echo, and my soul into drift don’t know if ya miss me or if i made it all up but i still play pretend when i sip from my cup past tense, present stress, future unknown but ya ghost still lingers in tha dial tone i ain’t tryna write no sad song cliché but it's hard not to feel when tha nights won’t fade got dreams still colorin’ tha edges of thought like ya breath in tha room that memory caught now i roam through tha waves of what we mighta been no map, just tha pull of ya name in tha wind ~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

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