

Prompt / 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
Tags
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
2:49
No
2/23/2026