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Lyrics
[Verse]
Chains sing sweet, disc in the air,
Whippin’ that plastic, with finesse and flair.
Hyzer bends, anhyzer arcs,
Gliding through trees, past dogs that bark.
Grip it tight, wrist flick precise,
First it’s boring, then it’s life—twice.
Straight as an arrow, curve on command,
Fighting the wind like a kite in my hand.
[Chorus]
Chain symphony, hear the sound,
Birdies dropping, hitting the ground.
Ace in the hole, I’m feelin’ the chase,
Every throw’s a masterpiece, carving the space.
[Verse 2]
Walk the fairway, plotting my scheme,
Trees like sentinels, guarding the dream.
Skip off the dirt, kiss the chains,
Heart skips too, adrenaline rains.
Disc so clean, a comet in flight,
Under the sun or stadium lights.
Plastic warriors, fly with pride,
The disc golf course is where I reside.
[Chorus]
Chain symphony, hear the sound,
Birdies dropping, hitting the ground.
Ace in the hole, I’m feelin’ the chase,
Every throw’s a masterpiece, carving the space.
Details
GeneratedNov 17, 2025
Duration1:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rhythmic, rap, male vocals, bass-heavy
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v5
Prompt
Disc golf, how boring it is until you play it and just the excitement of getting a birdie or a ace or even a nice straight, throw or a nice hyzer or a nice anhyzer, rap, male
