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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
Details
GeneratedOct 9, 2025
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
alternative guitar with atmospheric reverb, driving 808 basslines, and male vocals delivering a laid-back but rhythmic flow, hip hop, rap
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_DMani
DJ_DManiModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, hip hop, alternative guitar, 808 bass. Male rapper, song about driving around the city going from bar to bar enjoying friday night.
