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Lyrics
[Intro]
Munchies hit but I ain’t got a snack,
Just snacks in my fridge, but I gotta unpack.
Mood’s a little cloudy, irritable too,
Waiting for that bite, ain’t got a clue.
[Verse 1]
Staring at the fridge, condition critical,
Hunger rising, yeah, it’s physiological.
No quick fix, just some skills I gotta muster,
Cooking up dreams, in a kitchen’s toasters.
[Pre-Chorus]
Thought about dashing out, but that’d cost a lot,
Door dash heartbreak, now I’m tied in a knot.
Gotta find my flavor, craft a meal tonight,
In this high state, battling my mood, fight or flight.
[Chorus]
High and hangry, trapped in my space,
Waiting on salvation, it’s a slow-paced grace.
No snacks, just patience, heat up what I got,
Cooking in the margins, burn the frustration hot.
[Bridge]
Mood swings swirling, irritation’s peak,
My stomach's protesting, feeling kinda bleak.
But I’ll turn this chaos into a culinary crew,
Make some magic from what I got, and watch it stew.
[Outro]
Maybe next time I’ll stock up more,
But for now, I’ll conquer, hunger’s a chore.
High and moody, yet I find my way,
Turning frustration into a home-cooked display.
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration2:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
Laid back moody Trap/rap, Dark, repetitive beat with a hypnotic bassline, a chilled death pan anthem
Credits
Prompt by
SwampRabbit
SwampRabbitModelAria v5
