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Lyrics
Intro
Concrete sweat, basement breathin’
World loud, mind heavy—but I’m still listenin’
Verse 1
City buzz like a bad wire sparkin’ my brain,
Every channel yellin’ fear, sellin’ pain.
Bills stack, clocks tick, news drip poison,
Gotta choose what I feed my spirit, what I’m avoidin’.
Old habits knock like they still got a key,
Same smoke, same talk, same ways to be weak.
But I seen where that road bends, sinks, then drowns,
So I planted both feet when the chaos pounds.
Basement beats keep my spine straight,
Kick drum teachin’ balance when the mind shakes.
No throne, no crown, just breath in my chest,
Tryna move clean through the mess, not obsessed.
Hook
World heavy, water risin’ to my chin,
But I ain’t sinkin’, I’m ridin’ the wind.
Truth in the rhythm, steady my frame,
I stay grounded in the noise, I don’t drown in the rain.
Verse 2
I don’t chase every wave that crash in my lane,
Some storms just pass if you don’t fight the rain.
Seen cats lose they soul tryin’ to feel numb,
Chasin’ highs ‘til the silence come.
I cut loose what rusted my core,
Bad loops, bad moves, bad knocks on the door.
Clarity ain’t loud, it whisper-walks,
Hear it in the space between the snare and the chalk.
Detroit basement, flickerin’ bulb,
Truth hit harder when it come from the gut.
No filter, no flex, just sweat and resolve,
Life press heavy—but I’m learnin’ to roll.
Hook
World heavy, water risin’ to my chin,
But I ain’t sinkin’, I’m ridin’ the wind.
Truth in the rhythm, steady my frame,
I stay grounded in the noise, I don’t drown in the rain.
Bridge
I don’t need to escape—I need to align,
Read the signs, keep time, stay sharp in the mind.
Pressure make diamonds or fold you in half,
I breathe through the weight, let the record crack.
Verse 3
Every scar a note in the loop I survived,
Every loss taught me how to stay alive.
I don’t drown in the deep, I float in the real,
Keep my head above lies, keep my hands on the wheel.
Basement walls heard truths I couldn’t say,
Now the mic do the talkin’ while I find my way.
World still wild, yeah it’s twisted and loud,
But I move with intention, ten toes, unbowed.
Outro
Static fade, heartbeat stay,
Grounded soul in a world gone stray.
Ride the pressure, don’t fight the tide—
Basement made, still here, still alive.
Details
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
a basement cipher with a cracked furnace hum kind of vibe. Dusty boom-bap, raw honesty, no polish.
Credits
Prompt by
KylePatrick
KylePatrickModelAria v5
