We Have Them
The trip-hop track starts with a hypnotic, minimalistic drum machine groove at a slow-mid tempo, layered under lush organ pads, analog synths, and deep gliding melodic bass. Breathy soulful female vocals float in reverb with lo-fi tape textures and shoegaze atmospheres. The final chorus swells with cinematic strings, creating an immersive, nostalgic climax, all anchored by understated, rap-infused sections and a deep, rhythmic bass beat.
We Have Them
The trip-hop track starts with a hypnotic, minimalistic drum machine groove at a slow-mid tempo, layered under lush organ pads, analog synths, and deep gliding melodic bass. Breathy soulful female vocals float in reverb with lo-fi tape textures and shoegaze atmospheres. The final chorus swells with cinematic strings, creating an immersive, nostalgic climax, all anchored by understated, rap-infused sections and a deep, rhythmic bass beat.
Lyrics
Intro – spoken
Count ‘em…
Friends don’t die, they haunt.
Verse 1
We ran the city with our laces loose,
dreams bigger than the block, truth tight like a noose.
Now I talk to the shadows where your laugh should be,
concrete holds the names carved deep into me.
Streetlights flicker like the pulse you lost,
every smile I remember got a hidden cost.
I keep tally in the scars that nobody sees,
every ghost that I lost still breathes in me.
Chorus / Hook
How many of us still ride?
How many made it through the night alive?
How many echoes in the air I breathe,
ghosts in the corner that won’t let me leave?
I don’t count the wins, I don’t count the ends—
I only count the ghosts of my friends.
Verse 2
Pictures curl, cigarettes burn to the filter,
the room gets colder, the silence gets sicker.
Jokes hit different when the punchline’s gone,
I spit verses like a séance just to bring you along.
Every block’s a grave, every corner a shrine,
and the bottle can’t drown what’s stuck in my mind.
I carry the weight, yeah, it cut through the bone,
in a crowd full of people but I’m still alone.
Chorus / Hook
How many of us still ride?
How many made it through the night alive?
How many echoes in the air I breathe,
ghosts in the corner that won’t let me leave?
I don’t count the wins, I don’t count the ends—
I only count the ghosts of my friends.
Bridge
Some nights I dance with the shadows,
try to laugh, but the joy feels hollow.
Some mornings I wake with a scream,
blood on my tongue from the weight of the dream.
Love’s a scar that refuse to fade,
etched in the skin like the dues we paid.
I ain’t whole, but I stand,
’cause I’m carryin’ the ghost of my fam.
Outro – spoken, fading
Count ‘em…
Still countin’…
Ghosts don’t die, they ride inside.
End