Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gold-plated dreams on the screen You scroll past vintage machines Price tag bigger than your car So what We’re still making stars Got spoons in a coffee cup Dish rack drum kit Turn it up Tap that glass till the neighbors shout Hit record Let the future out [Pre-Chorus] Who said genius had to pay in full? Who said legends need a showroom floor? We got chaos We got kitchen tools That’s enough to blow the doors [Chorus] We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight To make this whole room ignite Ignite Hear the pots and the pans go bang-bang-bang Cheap little echo but it rang It rang We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight Every cupboard is a spotlight Spotlight From the sink to the ceiling when the bassline lands We’re turning broken forks into platinum plans (hey!) [Verse 2] Old tin can as a snare Rice in a jar shaking air Whisk on a rail for a ride Click-clack groove That’s the guide You keep chasing presets Ghosts I’m burnin’ toast as hi-hats Folks Burner tick-tick on the stove That’s the clock while the story grows [Pre-Chorus] Who said magic comes in silver crates? Who said art is what the label owns? We got echoes off these dinner plates That’s our choir That’s our throne [Chorus] We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight To make this whole room ignite Ignite Hear the pots and the pans go bang-bang-bang Cheap little echo but it rang It rang We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight Every cupboard is a spotlight Spotlight From the sink to the ceiling when the bassline lands We’re turning broken forks into platinum plans [Bridge] Flip the switch Kitchen glitch Tile floor crowd Sing it loud Fairlight dreams in a tiny flat But the heart of the hit doesn’t live in that It’s in your hands It’s in these cans It’s in this room when the chorus slams (woah) [Chorus] We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight To make this whole room ignite Ignite Hear the pots and the pans go bang-bang-bang Cheap little echo but it rang It rang We don’t need that Fairlight Fairlight Every cupboard is a spotlight Spotlight From the sink to the ceiling when the bassline lands We’re turning broken forks into platinum plans Yeah From the sink to the ceiling when the bassline lands We’re turning pots and pans into stadium chants (hey!)
Tags
dance, Big-room EDM anthem with male vocals, festival-tempo four-on-the-floor, bright sidechain synths trading call-and-response with metallic found-sound percussion layers; verses ride a bouncy pluck and filtered kicks, pre-chorus strips to vocal, reverb and ticking kitchen hits, chorus explodes with supersaw leads, crowd-chant hook, and stacked gang shouts; playful FX stutters mimic retro sampler glitches, final chorus adds octave-doubled topline and extra riser for a hands-in-the-air finale, edm
Duration
3:22
Instrumental
No
Created
3/6/2026