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Lyrics
[Verse]
Snare snaps sharp, the air gets tense
Pops on the kit, got no recompense
Bass drum booming, shakes my rent
My patience thinning, dollars spent
"Boy, this my house," he spits through the clatter
Cymbals crash loud, my protests don’t matter
Work calls waiting, deadlines shatter
He beats his skins, my dreams get flatter
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, boom—ain't no peace in this room
Hobby or havoc, the walls consume
Bang, bang, boom—he plays his tune
If I don't like it, I can leave real soon
[Verse 2]
He says, "This ain't noise, it's art in motion"
While my sanity drowns in his ocean
Kick drum pounding, a wild commotion
Stress on my chest, no calm, no potion
"Bear with it, boy, this groove's my crown"
Every hit on the tom tears my world down
He’s the king of the kit, I’m the jester drowned
In the rhythm of rights he’s forever found
[Bridge]
Sticks in his hands, like swords unsheathed
I choke on air, can’t even breathe
"You’re soft," he grins, "don’t need your belief"
But his beat’s a thief, stealing my relief
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2025
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
raw percussion, rap, gritty, boom-bap, heavy bassline, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
HonestEcho23
HonestEcho23ModelAria v4
Prompt
A gritty rap on a man who keeps on drumming without care if his son’s working saying that it’s his hobby and the son should bear with it because it’s his house he can do what he wants or else get out
