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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I seen that grin again
Under the drain-side rain
Same red promise in the fog
Same door in my brain
You say it’s over now
But the floor still breathes
Every alley got a laugh
When I’m walking these streets
Ops in the rearview
I don’t blink, I stare
Too much weight in my pocket
Too much ice in the air
I been stacking that paper
With a cold-blood glow
Living high in a castle
Where the thin walls show
[Pre-Chorus]
And it keep on coming back
Like it never left
Same old nightmare face
Sitting on my chest
I hear the crowd go quiet
When the shadows bend
Tell me this is over
Tell me where it ends
[Chorus]
It’s still happening
Still happening
Red grin, black sky
Still happening
We face that fear
We face that fear
Laugh in the dark
It’s still here
[Verse 2]
I move through the smoke
With a slick one-two
Gold on my wrist
But the night cuts through
I made my money
With a hard-earned hand
Now the whole room lean
When I walk in the band
Jazz in the corners
Trap in the veins
Heart in a vice
But I don’t say my pain
Pennywise smiling
Like he knows my name
Every time I think I won
He be back for the game
So I keep my circle tight
Keep my demons fed
Keep one eye open
While I count that bread
[Pre-Chorus]
And it keep on coming back
Like it never left
Same old nightmare face
Sitting on my chest
I hear the crowd go quiet
When the shadows bend
Tell me this is over
Tell me where it ends
[Chorus]
It’s still happening
Still happening
Red grin, black sky
Still happening
We face that fear
We face that fear
Laugh in the dark
It’s still here
[Bridge]
I seen the crack in the wall
I heard the old town hum
Every promise got teeth
When the moonlight come
If I fall, I rise
With the blood in my throat
Same fear, same grin
But I still won’t choke
[Chorus]
It’s still happening
Still happening
Red grin, black sky
Still happening
We face that fear
We face that fear
Laugh in the dark
It’s still here
Details
GeneratedAug 4, 2026
Duration3:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap-jazz rap with swung hi-hats, rubbery sub-bass, brushed snare accents, and haunted minor-key piano stabs; verses ride sparse upright-bass pulses and clipped drum chatter, pre-chorus opens with tense sax lines and filtered risers, chorus hits with a grim chant and stacked ad-libs. Close-mic lead vocal, doubled in low octave on hook words, with tape-delay throws, vinyl crackle, and smoky brass fills. Mix is dark, glossy, and dangerous., rap, jazz
Credits
Prompt byMarcusMcGrew357
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A devilish song about Pennywise and feeling like it’s still happening. Facing the ops, selling guns and bitches while making money living lavishly, rap, trap, jazz
