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Lyrics
[Verse]
Pocket buzzed, my pants do the jitterbug,
Screen lit up, the glow like a cyberdrug.
Calls from a number that don't even exist,
Siri talkin' smack, got her caught in the twist.
Echo chambers hummin'—what's real, what’s a trick?
I’m a prisoner to pixels, every swipe is a tick.
[Prechorus]
Phantom rings in the dark, dopamine laced,
Every ping like a shot, now I’m chased.
[Chorus]
Cellphone, my little black mirror throne,
Whisper secrets through the silicone.
Cellphone, it’s a world that I own,
But the signal’s got me trapped in a zone.
Ring, buzz, vibrate, moan—
Cellphone, you’re my ghost, my chaperone.
[Verse 2]
Selfie lens caught my soul in a Polaroid,
Filters paint my life like a void.
Every app’s a new mask, a play I deploy,
Scrollin’ past my own dreams, paranoid.
Group chats talkin’ louder than my heartbeat,
Lost in emojis, I can’t find my feet.
[Prechorus]
Battery dying, still I cling,
Red bar flashing like a wedding ring.
[Chorus]
Cellphone, my little black mirror throne,
Whisper secrets through the silicone.
Cellphone, it’s a world that I own,
But the signal’s got me trapped in a zone.
Ring, buzz, vibrate, moan—
Cellphone, you’re my ghost, my chaperone.
Details
GeneratedDec 26, 2025
Duration1:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, whimsical art-pop with a grunge edge; surreal humor and playful absurdity; energetic chaos with funky hip-hop influences; male vocals, playful, grunge, hip hop, funk, pop
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKModelAria v5
Prompt
Cellphone
(Whimsical art-pop - grunge edge, surreal humor, playful absurdity,energetic chaos, rap, male, funk, crazy, hip hop)
