Lyrics
[Intro]
Late night kettle on
Old flat, paint peeling
Rain taps the sill
Beat warm, room breathing
[Verse 1]
Trackies and a long coat
Tap card, miss the last boat
Tea stain on my grey top
Bills on the table, all non-stop
Bus ride back through the high road
Shop lights blur in a side glow
Mum rings, asks if I'm eating
Say I'm fine, but my heart's still healing
[Pre-Chorus]
City so loud
But my head stays distant
Walk slow through the crowd
Every step feels different
[Chorus]
Fast tongue in a slow town (yeah)
Quick thoughts in a cold crowd
Words spin, let the jazz shout
London swing, then I zone out
Fast tongue in a slow town
Heart heavy but I don't drown
Feet drag while the drums bounce
London swing, then I zone out
[Verse 2]
Cold chips in a paper bag
Still sweet though the ketchup drags
Old tunes from a neighbour's flat
Horn cries while the bass leans back
Council block with the brick stains
Fox cuts through the bin lane
Write bars on the back of my hand
Ink runs but I'm still that man
[Bridge]
Sip slow
Let the steam rise
Clock ticks
But we stretch time
Head full
Of the quick-fire lines
Mouth still
Till the beat cracks twice
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Smoky jazz trio under a laid-back UK rap pocket: upright bass walks with brushed snare and lazy ride cymbal, muted trumpet fills the gaps. Verses stay slow and conversational, roomy reverb on male vocals; chorus flips into rapid-fire double-time flow with tighter drums and subtle sax stabs, then drops back into half-time head-nod., jazz, slow
Credits
Prompt byTechnoLoop839
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, jazz, British, with fast chorus but slow through the song
