

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grey clouds same bus stop hood up but my thoughts won’t drop Wet shoes puddles on the sidewalk glare Checking my reflection like “you still there?” Missed calls mom said I’m hard to reach Bills stack higher than the corner bleach Old heads talking like “son, that’s life” But they never see my notes only see my knife inside [Chorus] Rain on my hoodie drip, drip on my plans Sky keep talking I just stare at my hands If it all falls down I’ll stand in the storm Let it wash my pain ’til my heart feels warm Rain on my hoodie I walk anyway Let it pour on the past till it runs away [Verse 2] Cheap cup steam on a fogged-up glass Writing in the margins future in a crooked class Friends ghosted left me on “seen” mid-hell Guess they only like the story when you doing well But I’m still here soaking on these backstreet dreams Shoelace loose but I lace up schemes Every drop on the pavement sounds like “go” If the sun won’t show then I’ll learn to grow in the overflow (yeah) [Chorus] Rain on my hoodie drip, drip on my plans Sky keep talking I just stare at my hands If it all falls down I’ll stand in the storm Let it wash my pain ’til my heart feels warm Rain on my hoodie I walk anyway Let it pour on the past till it runs away (runs away)
Tags
rap, Moody boom-bap hip hop with vinyl crackle and distant thunder ambience, laid-back groove around 88 BPM, male vocals. Sparse piano stabs and warm bass carry the verses; hook blooms with stacked harmonies and a pitched-down double. Subtle rain foley tucks into the beat, snare snaps stay dry while reverb wraps the ad-libs. Final chorus rides out with filtered drums and extra vocal riffs for a faded, cinematic exit., hip hop
2:13
No
2/17/2026