Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m chipped board
Ripped jeans
Scuffed grip tape
You’re soft sweater
Iced latte
Hometown mixtape
You hate heights but you came to this rooftop
Watching me kickflip over cracks in the blacktop
You’re like
“Slow down
You’ll break both legs”
I’m like
“Girl
That’s cool
You can sign my cast”
You roll your eyes
Tug my chain
Say I’m dumb fast
But your cheeks go warm when our shadows overlap
[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re too clean for my busted shoes
Too sweet for my busted fuse
You stand there
Shaking in that thrifted coat
I pull you close
And we both just float
We don’t talk
But it still comes through
Static in my chest when my hands touch you
You’re not from this world that I crash right through
But I swear
I got a grip
Got a grip on you (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You don’t smoke
You don’t run from security
You still text back
Type proper
Full words to me
I’m late to dates
Smelling like concrete and summer rain
You’re on the curb
Knees tucked
Drawing hearts in the oil stain
You’re like
“Grow up
Babe
You can’t skate forever”
I shrug
Then I ollie just to spell your letters
You laugh so hard that your gloss gets crooked
Then you grab my hoodie string
And my whole pulse shook quick
[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re too clean for my busted shoes
Too sweet for my busted fuse
You stand there
Shaking in that thrifted coat
I pull you close
And we both just float
We don’t talk
But it still comes through
Static in my chest when my hands touch you
You’re not from this world that I crash right through
But I swear
I got a grip
Got a grip on you (oh)
[Bridge]
Every time our fingers lace
I feel the street go quiet (shh)
Sirens fade out
My head stop riots
You say you feel it too
Like sparks behind your eyes
Like every cracked sidewalk finally lines up right
[Chorus]
Yeah
You’re too clean for my busted shoes
Too sweet for my busted fuse
You stand there
Shaking in that thrifted coat
I pull you close
And we both just float
We don’t talk
But it still comes through
Static in my chest when my hands touch you
You’re not from this world that I crash right through
But I swear
I got a grip
Got a grip on you (on you, on you)
Style
crunchy pop-punk guitars with trap-drums and distant siren ambiencemale vocals in a talk-rap cadence on the verses that crack into melodic yelling on the hook. tightdry lead in front of roomy gang shouts; choruses hit harder with octave guitars and subby bass drops. energy climbs from smirkinghalf-time pocket to full-throttlefists-up closer.romantic
Prompt
A edgy, urban skater style romantic mgk boyfriend who is a skater rapping to his girlfriend who is not as cool as him but still pretty and they feel each other when they hold each other energy wise
Credits
Prompt byNoteVirtual592
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
ModelAria v5
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