Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rent on the table, lights on thin
Phone keep buzzin', bills tuckin' in
Pocket got echoes, not a parade
But I still eat when the day get made
Card got tired, maxed out again
I kept my cool in the squeeze and rain
Momma said, "Boy, don't trade your name"
I kept my name, that's worth more than change
[Pre-Chorus]
I seen the hours, I seen the cost
Seen a little pride when the money got lost
Still got a pulse, still got these hands
Still know how to stand where I stand
[Chorus]
I got me
I got me, that's enough
I got me
When the world get rough
No gold, no chain
Can't buy my name
I got me
I got me, that's enough (that's enough)
[Verse 2]
Lunch on a paper plate, tax man late
I learned how to build from a shaky state
One good shirt and a secondhand grin
Still make a whole room lean in
No fancy car, no velvet seat
Just two steady feet and a heartbeat beat
If the drawer stay bare when the month run dry
I still got the spark in my eye
[Pre-Chorus]
I seen the hours, I seen the cost
Seen a little pride when the money got lost
Still got a pulse, still got these hands
Still know how to stand where I stand
[Chorus]
I got me
I got me, that's enough
I got me
When the world get rough
No gold, no chain
Can't buy my name
I got me
I got me, that's enough (that's enough)
[Bridge]
If the roof leak down, I don't fold
If the road get long, I still go
I was made from more than a number on a screen
More than what I owe, more than what I need
[Final Chorus]
I got me
I got me, that's enough
I got me
When the world get rough
No gold, no chain
Can't buy my name
I got me
I got me, that's enough (that's enough)
I got me
I got me, that's enough
Style
jazz-funk with a laid-back swung pocketrubbery bass linecrisp rim clicksand late-night rhodes chords; verse rides sparse drums and walking basspre-chorus opens with clipped brass hits and stacked harmony swellschorus lands on a chantable hook with gang doubles and short delay throws. smooth deep male vocalclose-mic and breathy in versesricher stacked harmony on the hook. ear candy: brushed snare pickup into chorusesmuted horn stabstape-worn organ fills. mix is warmglossyand intimate with a smoky low-end bloom.funkjazzsmoothdeep
Prompt
jazz, funk, smooth and deep vocals, a song about money problems and why you don’t need anything but yourself, male
Credits
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Jasper_Rain_Red
Jasper_Rain_RedGeneratedMay 24, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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