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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Customs dog yawning on a slow night
I stroll through humming like it's alright
One stamp, two stamps in the blue book
Eyes on the bored guard, give a cool look (yeah)
Candy in the suitcase, clothes on top
Grandma’s “cookies” in a zip-lock sock
They searching for the drama on the X-ray
I’m just praying that my poker face don’t sway
Duty-free bag full of “souvenirs”
Tiny little bottles that can disappear
Whisper to myself, “keep breathing, man”
Heart tap-dancing like it got a plan
[Chorus]
I’m smuggling contraband, in my own head
Whole life packed in this overhead
Walk through calm like I understand
How to hide my fears like contraband
I’m smuggling contraband, under my skin
All this pressure in the carry-on bin
Smile for the camera, wave my hand
Whole damn past in a plastic band (oh)
[Verse 2]
Neighbour got a side hustle, late van
Cross-town route, little brown trash can
He don’t talk much, just says “hop in”
Streetlights blinking while the cash comes in
Taped-up box say “fragile, glass”
Inside stuffed secrets from my past
Fake label on it like “kitchenware”
But it’s broken promises and old despair
Mama think I’m shipping out textbooks
Really I’m mailing out my worst looks
All that shame stamped, paid in full
Trying to pull my pride through the portal
[Chorus]
I’m smuggling contraband, in my own head
Whole life packed in this overhead
Walk through calm like I understand
How to hide my fears like contraband
I’m smuggling contraband, under my skin
All this pressure in the carry-on bin
Smile for the camera, wave my hand (wave my hand)
Whole damn past in a plastic band (yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
Duration3:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Laid-back, swaggering boom-bap with warm sampled Rhodes, round sub bass, and crisp, swinging drums; male vocals in a relaxed pocket. Hooks get subtle pitched-down doubles and airy ad-libs, verses ride a head-nod groove that stays smooth while the kick and snare keep it moving. Sparse guitar licks in the gaps, chorus opens up with layered harmonies and tape-delay throws on key phrases for a hazy, after-midnight feel., smooth
Credits
Prompt by
TyroneGaillard
TyroneGaillardModelAria v5
Prompt
A smooth flow rap about smuggling contraband
