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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Down in the 315, where the Red Rams stride,
Orvilton streets hum, where the real ones reside.
Underground Beer Lab, bubbling schemes,
Craft brews flowing, engineering dreams.
Peachtree vibes, where the plates stay clean,
Fried chicken so golden, it glows like a beam.
Wife night locked, it’s a sacred routine,
Laughter spilling out like the hops in the scene.
[Chorus]
From the backyard grill to the pizza flame,
Orvilton pride, yeah, they know the name.
Red Rams roaring, it’s a whole campaign,
315 love, let it pour like rain.
[Verse 2]
Backyard grilling, smoke kiss the air,
Charcoal symphony, flipping steaks with flair.
Pizza oven blazing, dough takes flight,
Crust crackling like the stars at night.
Orvilton roots run deep, no façade,
Neighbors dap up, nodding to the squad.
Underground brews got the block in a buzz,
Sip slow, feel the rhythm, it’s what it does.
[Bridge]
Peachtree whispers, stories in the spice,
Every bite’s a memory, savory and precise.
Wife night sacred, like a Sunday hymn,
Candlelight flicker, let the love sink in.
Details
GeneratedOct 19, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
boom-bap beats with jazzy undertones, gritty yet playful, rap, male vocals
Credits
Prompt byAudioFilter293
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A rap song about Underground Beer Lab, Orvilton Neighborhood, the 315, Peachtree Restaurant, wife night, backyard grilling, pizza oven, and Red Rams, rap, male
