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Lyrics
[Verse]
Chicken bones scattered where the dreams decay,
Street lamp buzz hums a neon ballet,
Turtleneck tight, choking thoughts out my throat,
Spit raw—unfiltered like a pirate's lost note.
Oil slick puddles reflect the moon's regret,
Drum kicks heavy, make the pavement sweat.
Spices in the air, fried hope in a pan,
City cooks chaos, served it to this man.
[Chorus]
Chicken, street lamp, turtleneck tight—
City don’t sleep, it just flickers at night.
Chicken, street lamp, turtleneck cold—
Stories unfold, where the shadows take hold.
[Verse 2]
Turtleneck collar hides the scars of the grind,
Street lamp spotlight on the chaos in my mind.
Chicken grease fingerprints on notebooks of pain,
Bars fried crispy, marinated in rain.
Concrete symphony, the city’s the maestro,
Dreams get deep-fried, ambitions go psycho.
Street lamp confessions under amber haze,
Turtleneck armor for these wild, broke days.
[Bridge]
Chicken wings fly, but these dreams stay grounded,
Street lamps burn where the lost are surrounded.
Turtleneck strangling, but I still breathe,
In this urban jungle, I wear my grief.
Details
GeneratedNov 22, 2025
Duration1:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
boom-bap, urban vibes with a dusty vinyl texture, gritty, rap, minimal, heavy drums, and sparse melodic samples
Credits
Prompt byPsychedelicArpeggio227
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Chicken, street lamp, turtle neck, rap
