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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bills in the mailbox
Change in a coffee cup
Boss say "you’re lucky"
I just keep showing up
Same coat, same staircase
Paint peeling off the door
Neighbors arguing through the ceiling
I heard it all before
[Chorus]
Got that midnight on the 5th floor blues
Tap the heel, let the hurt come through
If the world don’t move, I move
Turn my pain into something I can use
Yeah, that midnight on the 5th floor blues
I talk back when the sky turns bruised
If the world don’t move, I move
Turn my pain into something I can use
[Verse 2]
Mom on the phone line
Voice thin, trying to sound strong
Says she’s "doing alright"
I hear the tremble in that song
Old scars, fresh pressure
Every letter from the rent man stings
But I fold it, tuck it in my pocket
Walk out and let my soul swing
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
One plate, three folks at the table
We still pass it like it’s a crown
Laugh loud just to prove we’re able
To flip this struggle upside down
[spoken]
You feel that?
[drums drop to claps]
Hands up high when you’re feeling low
We make a choir out the echo
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty blues-hop crossover, male vocals. Shuffling live kit with swung rimshots, upright bass holding a lazy groove, and a dusty electric guitar riff looping like a mantra. Verses sit in a close, smoky pocket with subtle organ pads, then the chorus widens with stacked call-and-response hooks and a stomping kick. Light vinyl warmth on the whole mix, vocal front and dry, ad-libs tucked just behind., blues, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byFilterBeat735
ModelAria v5
Prompt
blues hip hop
