Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Black boots on the couch
Red cup, teeth out, we loud
Got scars on my knuckles from last week
Still taste blood every time that I drink
[Pre-Chorus]
Who showed up with the sirens in their eyes
Who lit the fuse and dared it to ignite
If you came to cry, step aside
If you came to die, get in line
[Chorus]
Fight, fuck, party
We were born too loud, too gnarly
Middle fingers up in the air
If you scared go pray, we don’t care
Fight, fuck, party
Whole damn world can’t guard me
If it hurts, then hit replay
We’re the riot they can’t cage
[Verse 2]
Tattoo ink on your white tank, smudged
Lipstick wrecked, but you still want blood
Moshpit kisses in the bathroom stall
We swing, we sweat, we break that wall
[Pre-Chorus]
Who came here just to feel the floor shake
Who’s alive only when the bones ache
If you came to talk, that’s too late
If you came to snap, detonate
[Chorus]
Style
raphigh-bpm hybrid: distorted punk guitars sidechained under a four-on-the-floor kickthick rave synth leadssnarling rap verses. choruses shout-gang vocals with crowd chantsblown-out clapsand a crunchy bass. energy never drops—quick breakdown with filtered drumsthen a massive build back into the final hook. male vocalsaggressive deliveryad-lib hype.edmpunk
Prompt
edm, rap, punk. Fight. Fuck. Party.
Credits
Prompt by
romoe69
romoe69GeneratedDec 31, 2025
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