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Lyrics
[Verse]
Citrus skies, but the fruit's all rotted,
Dreams in the dirt, every soul's forgotten.
Needles in the park where the kids once played,
Now shadows creep where the sun once stayed.
Corner store hustlers, sellin' death in a bag,
Smile for the camera, but the heart's all jagged.
Neighbors wear masks, not for the disease,
But to rob you at night, while you beg on your knees.
[Chorus]
Welcome to Citrus County, paradise decayed,
Where addicts find heaven, and devils get paid.
Welcome to Citrus County, where the broken reside,
Sex offenders hiding, and your neighbors collide.
[Verse 2]
Streetlights flicker like a dying breath,
Every corner whispers secrets of death.
House on the hill? It ain't what it seems,
Luxury's a front for the darkest schemes.
Cops roll slow, but they ain't chasing,
Justice is a ghost that nobody's facing.
Hollow eyes peer from the overgrown weeds,
Hope is a flower that never seeds.
[Chorus]
Welcome to Citrus County, paradise decayed,
Where addicts find heaven, and devils get paid.
Welcome to Citrus County, where the broken reside,
Sex offenders hiding, and your neighbors collide.
Details
GeneratedJul 28, 2025
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
with moody piano chords, soul, dark and atmospheric, deep bass, hip hop, male vocals, emotional, rap, and haunting strin
Credits
Prompt by
Painkiller
PainkillerModelAria v4
