Timeline Is Dead

[Verse 1]
Red cup in my hand
Same song, same crowd, I’m yawning
Scroll thumb, blue glow, just stalling
My feed’s all strangers falling
Laugh tracks on a loop
But no new text from you
I’m dancing in this room
Still thinking ’bout your bedroom (mmm)
[Chorus]
This timeline is dead
I just want your head
On my chest, on my chest again
Everybody wild, but I’m past the trend
I just wanna go home to you instead
Lipstick on your neck
Kisses down your back
Baby, I don’t care ’bout the likes they chase
I just wanna lose myself in your face (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Shots line up in rows
Friends yell "pose", I ghost
Camera flash, I fake a smile
You’re the one I’m missing in every file
DMs full of "where you at?"
I just want your faded t-shirt back
Uber pool, I’m halfway gone
Typing “you awake?” on my way home (hey)
[Chorus]
This timeline is dead
I just want your head
On my chest, on my chest again
Everybody wild, but I’m past the trend
I just wanna go home to you instead
Lipstick on your neck
Kisses down your back
Baby, I don’t care ’bout the likes they chase
I just wanna lose myself in your face
[Bridge]
Let the stories keep running
I’m already on my way
Leave the party, leave the noise
Leave the comments they all say
I want bare feet in your hallway
Your soft laugh in the dark
Every post feels empty
’Til I’m back inside your arms (yeah, yeah)

rap, Hazy lo-fi R&B with female vocals; dusty swung drums under warm sidechained pads, soft vinyl crackle, and a rubbery sub. Verses sit in an intimate close-mic whisper, punctuated by muted keys and filtered vocal chops; choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and wide reverb, hi-hats opening up for a late-night groove. Ambient risers and reversed textures wash in and out to give a dreamy, tipsy party feel while the vocal stays front and vulnerable., r&b, hip hop, lo-fi, ambient