VAMPIRE SEASON*

Verse 1
I don’t come outside, I just haunt the streams,
They upload every night, I still top their dreams.
While they chase validation, I fade in the scene,
Like a myth in the data, I don’t need to be seen.
They say I’m too quiet, that’s how legends move,
I don’t bark in the crowd, I let silence prove.
Every song I release feel like déjà vu,
‘Cause they all been inspired but they swear it’s new.
I sip success like it’s red in a glass,
They thirst for attention, I live in the past.
Every era I touch turn into a classic,
They stuck in the moment, I archive the impact.


Verse 2
Zona full of names but the sound all fading,
Everybody “next up,” nobody aging.
They scared of my shadow, they switch their cadence,
Soon as I drop, you see mass migration.
They say they don’t care, but they track my plays,
Refresh the page, let it ruin their day.
I don’t even diss, I just exist,
And somehow that’s enough to break their confidence.
They flopping in public, I float in private,
They loud with the ego, I whisper and dominate.
I don’t need a crown, I don’t need debate,
If I leave the app, the whole scene destabilates.

Verse 3
I’m the vampire in the room full of daylight,
They shine for a moment, I last for a lifetime.
They burn out fast like a spark in a match,
I stay cold-blooded, slow pulse in the track.
They post every week, still invisible,
I disappear for months, come back mythical.
They want my formula, want my blueprint,
But you can’t download presence, that’s a human imprint.
They say “we the future,” I say “you the now,”
Big difference between a wave and a crown.
They beg for attention, I’m allergic to trends,
That’s why my songs feel alive when theirs feel pretend.


Verse 4
They scared to say my name but they reference me,
Indirect shots, still echo my frequency.
They diss in captions, I diss with legacy,
Time on my side, that’s the real weaponry.
They copy my tone, my pace, my aesthetic,
But the soul not included, so it sound synthetic.
I move like a ghost through the algorithm,
They stuck in the feed, I rewrite the system.

Verse 5 (Final)
So call it vampire season, the night is mine,
They sleep on my talent, I live in their mind.
They flopping in daylight, I thrive in the dark,
Every track I release leave a permanent mark.
I don’t need beef, I don’t need to scream,
I let fear grow naturally in between.
They all want the throne but don’t fit the frame,
I don’t chase the crown 
I became the name.

dreamy indie pop / lo-fi hip-hop b
Tempo: 92–100 BPM
vintage rounded serif, 1970s 
Melodic, heavy bass