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Lyrics
[Verse]
Baker my ace, we been tight since the sandbox,
Laughs in the air, spin words like a jukebox.
Helicopter buzzing, shadows dance on the lot,
Chopper blades slicing through clouds, we plot.
Moments we stack, building bricks of the past,
Frolic in the grass, time slipping too fast.
He's cooler than ice, breeze on a summer's wrist,
A friendship’s gold, shining brighter than the mist.
[Chorus]
Helicopter days, spinning in the skies,
Grass stains and dreams, where the realness lies.
Baker and me, yeah, we rise, we glide,
Through the ups, the downs, side by side, we ride.
[Verse 2]
Kicks scuffed up, yet we march like a parade,
Life a charade, but with Baker, it’s homemade.
Stories we told, from the park to the block,
Laughter the key, and we breaking the lock.
He’s the North Star, when the night feels cold,
A compass in the dark, guiding paths untold.
In a world of noise, he’s the boom-bap groove,
Together we sync, every step, every move.
[Chorus]
Helicopter days, spinning in the skies,
Grass stains and dreams, where the realness lies.
Baker and me, yeah, we rise, we glide,
Through the ups, the downs, side by side, we ride.
Details
GeneratedAug 2, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
playful, and jazzy horn stabs for added texture, old-school hip-hop; driven by a funky bassline, crisp drum loops, rap
Credits
Prompt byBeatelsFan123
ModelAria v4
Prompt
I cherish my friendship with Baker. We've shared many moments, like Seeing the helicopter. And I love their He is very cool. Together we enjoy Playing in the grass. My favorite genre of music is Rap.
