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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I paid in late nights
Cold coffee
Burned rice
Ashtrays
B-sides
Wore holes in my pride
Chasing that one line
I could never get right
Till the sun cut the blinds
And the groove felt alive
[Chorus]
The cost of a song
You could never count it
Not in paper
Not in gold
I been searching so long
Fall down
Then I found it
Every bruise in my soul
The cost of a song
I pay it
I pay it
Just to move you once
Just to hear you say it
[Verse 2]
Dropped friends at the station
Missed calls
Missed occasions
Heartbreak on rotation
Like a record I wore thin
Every wrong turn
Lesson
Every closed door pressing
Turned the pain to a blessing
When the pocket locked in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Every failure
Laid on the table (oh, it’s all there)
Every “not yet”
Turned to “oh yeah” (come on, come on)
I spend my heart
Till the tank runs empty
Then I hear you shout back
And you pay it with me
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, Dusty early-70s funk band in a tight room: dry drums, springy bass, rhythm guitar scratching on the backbeat, clipped horn stabs, and warm Fender Rhodes. Male vocals swagger but ache; call-and-response backing group in the hook. Groove stays mid-tempo and hypnotic, with a short breakdown for bass and congas before the final chorus lifts in stacked harmonies., emotional
Credits
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Prompt
The cost of a song. I could never tell you how much the music I make has cost me. The searching failing and constant exploration 4 u the listener an emotional experience paid gladly jb early 70s funk
