

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro — faded bells + soft hum + nostalgic pad warmth] Mmm… Feels like flipping through an old scrapbook. [Verse 1] From the very first beat on track number one, When everything felt new under a rising sun, I didn’t know where I was heading, didn’t know the plan, Just a kid with a dream and a secondhand stand. Every song felt like a tiny timestamp, A snapshot memory sealed with a gentle stamp. I remember shaky hands, cheap headphones, Trying to find myself in the quietest tones. [Pre-Chorus] Looking back now, I see the glow, Every step slow but helping me grow. Didn’t know I’d ever make it this far, Didn’t know music would become my scar… And my cure. [Chorus — warm layered harmonies] From one to a thousand, I’m holding the scenes, Little moments tucked between old dreams. Every track a chapter I never planned, Every beat a place where I learned to stand. From one to a thousand, I’m grateful inside, For every stumble, every tear I tried to hide. Looking back now, I finally see— Every track was guiding me. [Verse 2] Late nights mixing with a dim desk light, Thinking no one’d hear anything I’d write. But each new number told me not to quit, Taught me how to rise every time I split. I kept each file like a message in glass, A letter to myself from my present and past. And now I’m flipping the reel like a storybook, Seeing how much life those songs truly took. [Pre-Chorus] Looking back now, I see the glow… [Chorus] From one to a thousand… (repeat full chorus) [Bridge — soft rap] Yeah, this for the nights when I fought my doubt, When I whispered “keep going” even when burnt out. For the kid who dreamed with a shaky start— You made it this far just by following your heart. [Final Chorus] From one to a thousand, thank you to me… Thank you to every memory.
Tags
Y2K Pop, 2000s R&B, Light Hip-Hop, 96 BPM, warm synth pads, glittery bells, clap-heavy beat, faded polaroid, soft vocals
2:23
No
12/5/2025