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Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse]
Rain keeps fallin' on these broken streets,
Needle dreams and cardboard sheets.
Space Needle used to touch the sky,
Now it's just watchin' folks get high.
[Verse]
Pioneer Square don't sing no more,
Just the sirens and the liquor store.
Southern drawl can't hide the pain,
When the ferry bells sound like a funeral train.
[Chorus]
Oh, Emerald City's turnin' grey,
Lost souls wander, lost their way.
Once a prize by the sea so blue
Now the ghost town stares at you.
[Bridge]
Pike Place Market, rotten core,
Fish ain't flyin' like before.
Mountains weep behind the smog,
Even the seagulls sound so lost.
[Verse]
Third Avenue's a ghostly mile,
Where the dealers dance with hollow smiles.
Southern boy with a bass so low,
Sings the truth the rain already knows.
[Chorus]
Oh, Emerald City's turnin' grey,
Lost souls wander, lost their way.
Once a prize by the sea so blue ,
Now the ghost town stares at you.
[Outro]
[Male Vocal]
[Violin Solo]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip hop country deep bass 35 hrtz -45 hrtzlines harmonica and violin playing southern accent with rap beats, male
Credits
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