Lyrics
[Verse]
Bread on the table, dough rise, baker's mind
One line, Picasso with a pen, design divine
Locked in the lab, Beethoven on the vinyl
Exotic trees lit, smoke spirals like a spinal
Got vibes maxed, meter's tipping off the chart
Orchestra of thoughts, symphony straight from the heart
Boxed out? Nah, my mind's Houdini in the dark
Poet with the quill, spitting sonnets, leaving marks
[Chorus]
One line, one time, give it my all
Smoke rises, symphonies call
Locked in, no limits, just climb
Out the box, living one line at a time
[Verse 2]
High altitude, head where the stars align
Trees exotic, leaf burning, scents intertwine
Soul levitating, strings plucking in my chest
Rap and orchestra—Mozart in a bulletproof vest
Maxed out vibes, no gas tank, infinite fuel
Pen bleeding verses, paint the world in jewel
Breaking molds, locked in, chisel in hand
Carving futures out the clouds, footprints in the sand
[Bridge]
Poet’s rage, page bleeding symphony's scream
High notes clashing with the bassline's gleam
Thoughts crescendo, mind’s a maestro’s dream
Locked in, no escape, life’s the theme
Style
orchestraldynamiccinematic rap with swelling stringsdeep bassbuilding intensity throughout.and sharp drum hits. a blend of classical and urban texturesrap
Prompt
Make a song about getting bread
Maxing out vibes
Being high
Only taking One Line
Thinking out the box
Giving everything your all
Smoking exotic trees
Being locked in
Poet shit
Orchestra, rap
Credits
Prompt byLyricArt167
GeneratedJul 23, 2025
ModelAria v4
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