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Lyrics
[Intro]
Windows up
Crowd is packed
Beat comes in
And it all goes bad (oh yeah)
[Verse 1]
Spicy wings
Greasy fries
Tight jeans
Trouble inside
You hit the floor
Do that little spin
Then that bassline drops
And the gas kicks in
[Chorus]
Farts on the dancefloor
Blame it on the beat
Hot air rising
From your reckless feet
We don't stop
We just sing along
If it smells like this
The groove too strong
[Verse 2]
DJ grins
Cranks it loud
Blue lights
Over the crowd
You look back
Try to play it cool
But the fog machine
Ain’t fooling the room (hey!)
[Chorus]
Farts on the dancefloor
Blame it on the beat
Hot air rising
From your reckless feet
We don't stop
We just sing along
If it smells like this
The groove too strong
[Bridge]
Who ripped that solo?
Who tore that groove?
Something in the air
Really
Really moves
We point
We laugh
Still jump in time
If the stink hits hard
Then the night’s just fine
[Chorus]
Farts on the dancefloor
Blame it on the beat
Hot air rising
From your reckless feet
We don't stop
We just sing along
If it smells like this
The groove too strong
Details
GeneratedApr 9, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Chaotic crossover: four-on-the-floor EDM/house groove under fuzzed-out hard rock guitars, gritty bluesy lead licks, and bratty punk gang shouts. Dirty electro bass stabs sync with punchy kick; verses stay tight and percussive, choruses explode with stacked chant vocals. Bridge leans into a sleazy blues-rock riff before a final rave-up drop. Male vocals, raw and unpolished, riding the chaos., hard rock, electro, punk, blues, edm
Credits
Prompt bySonicHawk765
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Farts, edm, house, hard rock, blues, electro, punk
