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3cbf754eff63aa6c43b28d143c38a13fab920193f36795893fb4dbbbd167371c

Prompt:

Absolutely — here’s a 1000-character prompt with nonchalant mumble rap vocals that carry a subtle negative or dismissive edge, like passive disappointment, subtle negging, or aloof irritation. Still casual and vibe-first, but now there’s some attitude simmering underneath the fog: ⸻ Create a vaporwave × trip-hop × trap instrumental with moody, washed-out textures. [Use reversed electric piano, lo-fi pads, slow 808s, and hazy vinyl hiss.] [Add ambient field recordings—distant traffic, indoor echo, light festival reverb.] Vocals: mumble rap, nonchalant and vaguely disappointed—autotuned, low in the mix, blurring into the beat. [Lyrics should feel offhand but cutting, like: “you still wear that?” “thought you’d text first,” “I been here… you just late,” “nah, I don’t do that anymore.”] [Include casual memory fragments with a cold edge: “pretty sure I paid,” “you looked bored the whole time,” “I guess that was fun or whatever.”] [Delivery is bored, barely awake]

Image:

Description:

In the image, a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt is standing in a dark room, looking off into the distance. He appears to be in a contemplative mood, possibly reflecting on a past experience or simply lost in thought. The room has a vintage vibe, with a hint of nostalgia, and the man's posture suggests a sense of detachment from his surroundings. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of introspection and quiet contemplation.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: You Looked Bored The Whole Time
Tags: Vaporwave, Trip-Hop, Trap

Yeah, I don't know what I was expecting
You still wear that? Nah, I ain't flexin'
I was here, you were just late
I guess it's cool, but it's all fake, yeah

I’m pretty sure I paid, don’t try and act like you did too
You looked bored the whole time, yeah, that's on you
I tried, but I guess it don't matter
It's all a game, and the stakes ain't flatter

Thought you'd text first, guess I’m trippin'
Now I'm just sippin', like I'm missin' somethin'
I used to care, but now I'm numb
It’s whatever, guess that was fun

You said we’d chill, yeah, we could vibe
But you’re caught up in your own ride
I just laugh, 'cause it’s all the same
I’m good, I don't need your name

Nah, I don’t do that anymore
Can't even fake it, not like before
You can keep your 'friends' and your fake smiles
I’ll be out here, doin' my own style