Lyrics
[Verse]
Engine hum a low hymn, the city a choir
Wheels spin sermons, my tank never tires
Streetlights blinking Morse code, they inspire
Windows down, breeze whispers, sparks a fire
Tires kiss the asphalt, a lover’s embrace
Neon signs tattoo the streets, glowing face
Each bar a pit stop, the vibes interlace
Clock’s hands drunk too, moving slow, losing pace
[Chorus]
Cruisin' the night, let the rhythm align
Bar to bar, we’re sipping on time
City’s alive, every street’s a shrine
Cruisin' the night, it's a Friday design
[Verse 2]
Corner store wisdom, a six-pack sermon
Rooftop views, skyline burning
Patios buzzing, drinks keep turning
Eyes catch strangers, sparks are churning
Traffic lights stutter, a nervous confession
Music bumps hard, bassline aggression
Backseat a museum of wild progression
Friday night freedom, no second-guessin'
[Chorus]
Cruisin' the night, let the rhythm align
Bar to bar, we’re sipping on time
City’s alive, every street’s a shrine
Cruisin' the night, it's a Friday design
Style
alternative guitar with atmospheric reverbdriving 808 basslinesand male vocals delivering a laid-back but rhythmic flowhip hoprap
Prompt
rap, hip hop, alternative guitar, 808 bass. Male rapper, song about driving around the city going from bar to bar enjoying friday night.
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_DMani
DJ_DManiGeneratedOct 9, 2025
ModelAria v4