Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Two dudes on the stoop, same small flame
Same old bills, same bad day
One says, "Man, let's dip real quick"
Before the whole world come to collect
Ash in the wind, shoes full of ache
Back of the block where the chain-link shake
Head full of noise, heart full of stone
Tryna find a place that ain't rent-controlled
He rolls one slow, I pass it back
We laugh too hard at the sky gone black
If truth got teeth, then we got scars
So we chase some gold behind the stars
[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes get wide
Walls get thin
Tell the fear
We don't live there
One more pull
Then we spin
Door swings open
And we step there
[Chorus]
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
We can lose the heavy things
We can breathe, we can breathe
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
If the world want gravity
Let it drop, let it leave
[Verse 2]
Now the room turns soft like melted wax
Gold fish swim through the speaker crack
Pillow clouds and a purple train
Runs through the bruises inside my brain
You say your name like it's new again
I say mine back, then I laugh at ten
We ain't kings, but we wear that crown
In a paper-thin moon above this town
Mama's porch on a velvet hill
Grandma's voice and a window sill
Every bad thought start to lose its grip
When the dreamland comes and the daylights slip
[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes get wide
Walls get thin
Tell the fear
We don't live there
One more pull
Then we spin
Door swings open
And we step there
[Chorus]
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
We can lose the heavy things
We can breathe, we can breathe
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
If the world want gravity
Let it drop, let it leave
[Bridge]
For a minute, we ain't running
We just floating through the numb
No scoreboard, no sirens
No one asking what we've done
Just two voices, same horizon
Same old hurt getting small
If reality keep calling
Let it ring into the wall
[Chorus]
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
We can lose the heavy things
We can breathe, we can breathe
Take me to the fantasy
Take me to the fantasy
If the world want gravity
Let it drop, let it leave
Style
old school psychedelic rap with laid-back boom-bap drumsdusty basslinewobbling keysand a head-nodding swing; verse rides relaxed pockets with tight internal rhymespre-chorus lifts into spaced-out chant fragmentschorus hits with gang vocals and a warped hook. male vocals with doubled linesad-lib stabsand occasional filtered echoes. ear candy includes reversed cymbal swellstape hissand a phaser sweep into each hook. mix is warmgrittyand analog-dusty.rap
Prompt
Two guys smoking weed while they try to run from reality they go to a fantasy, male, psychedelic, old school rap
Credits
Prompt byMuseWavey436
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
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