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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Carpool king
Four deep in the ride, that’s a full thing
One snack, one aux, one backseat sing
I’m grinning at the light like I’m plotting something mean
Child lock click, hear that
Up go the windows, [ka-chunk] in the back
Temp dial twist, see it glow all red
They don’t know the storm that’s about to drop dead
[Chorus]
Heat on high, everybody cry
Who did that? I look ‘round like “not I” (yeah right)
Locked in tight, nowhere to fly
Car full of friends, gas full of lies
Heat on high, eyes start to water
Blame the dog that we don’t even got here (uh)
Heat on high, can’t deny
One slow grin while the xylophone replies [plink-plink]
[Verse 2]
Front seat friend like “why so warm?”
Back seat buddy start to question the air form
One deep breath, then the coughing in chorus
I stare at the road like “the weather just enormous”
Xylophone chiming like a cute ringtone
While the whole car groans in a sad baritone
Hand on the vent, give it one more turn
Let the flavor circulate, let the lesson burn
[Bridge]
“Open up the door!” — “Naw, that’s unsafe”
“We in traffic, y’all, better keep that face”
One by one, they bargaining for life
I just nod to the beat, feeling extra light
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Bouncy trap beat with clicky percussion and bright xylophone plinks carrying the main hook. Playful, cocky rap flow with lots of ad-libs; bass warm but not overpowering. Choruses stack gang vocals and cartoonish FX sweeps; verses stay tight and percussive, leaving pockets for comedic pauses and reaction sounds., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
GlitchTempo118
GlitchTempo118ModelAria v5
Prompt
A funny song about driving a car full of passengers and you put the windows up and lock them and crank the heat on high and let out a big smelly fart. Use a xylophone melody, rap, trap, hip hop
