SMOL

  • Id:

    261437151c9c449b772562e0674f837afece119d7ce36f7a6dad34848726e11e
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  • Prompt:

    A lush, lofi-infused neo soul track sung by a soft, reflective female voice. Slow tempo, jazzy Rhodes, dusty drums, warm analog bass, and gentle vinyl crackle set the mood. It’s a heatwave outside and inside—she’s solo, windows closed, fans barely working. The heat mirrors emotional weight: stuck in her thoughts, maybe longing, maybe letting go. Lyrical tone is intimate and hazy: “Sweat on my skin, sun through the blinds / Heat makes a ghost of what’s on my mind.” The vibe is sensual but inward—desire simmering under stillness. No cicadas—just the hum of a box fan, muffled street sounds, and lo-fi ambiance like ice melting in a glass. The hook should feel like a spell: “Too hot to move, too warm to feel cold.” Perfect for listeners who want to float in a mood somewhere between solitude, heatstroke, and low-key longing. Think Cleo Sol meets Nujabes with a heat advisory.

  • Image:

    Heat Ghosts

  • Description:

    In the image, a woman is standing in a room with her eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought or contemplation. She is wearing a white dress and has a ponytail. The room appears to be dimly lit, with a window nearby. The atmosphere is intimate and sensual, with a lo-fi, neo-soul track playing in the background. The track's lyrics evoke a sense of longing and desire, as the woman seems to be experiencing the heat and the weight of her thoughts. The overall mood of the image is one of introspection and reflection, with a touch of melancholy.

  • Songs:

    👈 better

  • Lyrics:

    Title: Heat Ghosts
Tags: Neo Soul, Lofi, Chillwave, Slow, Intimate, Female Vocal

[Verse 1]
Sweat on my skin, sun through the blinds
Meltin’ into silence, caught in the lines
Of thoughts that circle, slow and wide
Like fans hummin’ low on a long July

[Pre-Chorus]
I drift in and out like the steam in the air
Your name on my tongue, but you’re not really there

[Chorus]
Too hot to move, too warm to feel cold
Trapped in this room, this body, this hold
Every sigh a ghost, every glance a flame
Too hot to move, but I whisper your name

[Verse 2]
Window’s closed, but I still hear the street
Soft rubber on asphalt, the pulse of heat
Vinyl crackles like firelight dreams
And I’m swimming through the spaces in between

[Pre-Chorus]
Your shadow lingers like a half-said phrase
Stuck in this stillness, caught in the haze

[Chorus]
Too hot to move, too warm to feel cold
Trapped in this room, this body, this hold
Every sigh a ghost, every glance a flame
Too hot to move, but I whisper your name

[Bridge]
Maybe I’m longing, maybe I’m free
Maybe the heat’s just getting to me

[Refrain]
Too hot to move, too warm to feel cold
Too hot to move, too warm to feel cold

[Outro]
Fan keeps spinning, slow and low
I let the silence take control
[Fade Out]