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HALLWAY

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Verse 1

2008, comforter that smell like Kraft mac Flip phone glow, the bunk bed crack at the back Composition book splayed on the bottom shelf Wrote "I'mma make it" up top, talking to myself Praying to a him that I don't even know yet Said he live in 2026, betting he can hear it Asked for the plaque, the placement, the proof Told God if I'm him I won't forget what it took

Pre-chorus

And the years gonna fold like a paper plane And the prayer I'm whispering gonna change his name The kid I'm becoming is the man I'mma lose The trophy I'm chasing is a bag I can't choose

Chorus

Past me prayed and future me forgot Three of us crowding the same hallway Trophy melts to data, data melts to noise Doors that we walked through, doors we threw away Past me prayed and future me forgot And the present's just an echo on repeat

Verse 2

2026 and I'm scrolling through 2008 Six likes a clip, kid had more belief than a saint Loop my old flow just to feel that engine Trophy I been carrying don't fit the kid I been Half my Spotify is me, the other half is fake Same timbre, same cadence, different name on the page And the algorithm laughing every time I create 'Cause it ate me, learned me, learned how to imitate

Pre-chorus

The years done folded like a paper plane The prayer I whispered done changed his name The kid that I was is the proof I forgot And the trophy on the mantle is a fire ain't hot

Chorus

Past me prayed and future me forgot Three of us crowding the same hallway Trophy melts to data, data melts to noise Doors that we walked through, doors we threw away Past me prayed and future me forgot And the present's just an echo on repeat

Verse 3

Praying louder now, fourteen, wireless mic Headphone foam falling off, basement Christmas lights Told God I'd remember this room when the room get small Remember the hunger when the hunger don't call I'm picturing him, the future me, in a cleaner suit And he tell me, "Lil bro, every prayer made it through" But he lying

Bridge

I'm the answer to a prayer I can't remember making The kid in 2008 don't know what year he's in Future me don't know what pain his trophy paid for Three of us, one body, none of us at home

Verse 4

Got the plaque on the wall but I forgot what it weigh Half the songs in my catalog ain't even me they made There's an AI of my voice releasing tracks every Tuesday The algorithm can't tell, and to be honest neither can they Past me prayed for this and I can't recall the prayer Like the answer came collect-call and I said, "I can't pay" Numb's a country I been living in for years Trophy on the mantle dissolved into the air Just three of us

Chorus

Past me prayed and future me forgot Three of us crowding the same hallway Trophy melts to data, data melts to noise Doors that we walked through, doors we threw away Past me prayed and future me forgot And the present's just an echo on repeat

Verse 5

Past me say, "You promised", present me say, "I tried" Future me say, "I forgot", and we all start to cry Past me prayed for future me, present me lived the fall Future me don't get the pain, that's the prayer that don't call Three of me in a hallway and we finally see We the same goddamn person on different speeds And the trophy on the mantle, it's all of us at once And the data that erased me, it's the answer to the want

Outro

I'm the answer to a prayer I can't remember making

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01 / The opening
2008, comforter that smell like Kraft mac Flip phone glow, the bunk bed crack at the back
02 / A returning thought
And the years gonna fold like a paper plane And the prayer I'm whispering gonna change his name
03 / The last image
I'm the answer to a prayer I can't remember making

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