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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Neon kanji on wet stone
Cheap suit, new phone
Lost in alleys I can't pronounce
Burning through that foreign allowance
Hostess smile like a practiced spell
Red door, blue smoke, heavy smell
Laughter leaking through paper walls
Someone's name in every stall
[Chorus]
Tokyo nights, I paid for my peace
Soft hands, small talk, rented release
Thought it was love, felt more like a lease
Tokyo nights
I bought my brief little piece
[Verse 2]
Lipstick stains on my cuff
Tea gone cold, I'm calling it love
Told her stories from far away
She just nodded and poured me sake
Lantern swaying above my head
Futon floor, strangers in my bed
Walked back out with my collar straight
Pocket lighter, pocket shame
[Chorus]
Tokyo nights, I paid for my peace
Soft hands, small talk, rented release
Thought it was love, felt more like a lease
Tokyo nights
I bought my brief little piece
[Bridge]
Was I chasing touch or hiding from home? (yeah)
Every empty thrill just filled up my phone
City of faces I won't see twice
Still I keep dreaming of those Tokyo nights
[Chorus]
Tokyo nights, I paid for my peace
Soft hands, small talk, rented release
Thought it was love, felt more like a lease
Tokyo nights
I bought my brief little piece
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody folk-trap with twangy acoustic guitar over sparse, skittering drums and deep sub-bass; male vocals half-sung, half-muttered. Verses stay close and confessional, almost whispered; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a simple wordless hook. Occasional distant vocal chops and soft pads to give a hazy, late-night glow, kick warming up on each chorus., folk
Credits
Prompt by
DickemDown
DickemDownModelAria v5
Prompt
I traveled to Tokyo. I saw Lady girls. I experienced Brothels. I felt Satisfied . My favorite genre of music is Folk trap.
