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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Third day pressure
Sky look sick
Everybody actin’ normal… that’s the weirdest bit
[Verse 1]
Banker got a mask of a smile, ink on her wrists
Hands stained green from the dreams on a list
Stamps hit harder than a punch to the ribs
Countin’ my fear while she countin’ my chips
She say "come back any day" like days don’t end
Moon in the mirror keep bendin’ the lens
Lines never move but the clock hands spin
Same four gossiping, same cold grin
Dancing Twins on the roof, no sound, just spin
Feet tap nothin’, follow some beat within
Sun don’t rise right, sky bruised thin
They twirl through panic with a porcelain chin
Bomber Boys in the alley with a coded knock
Secret club rules written all in chalk
Eyes too old for the size of their socks
Trading kids’ dares for apocalypse talk
[Chorus]
Clock Town, everybody lookin’ at the sky
Actin’ like they fine while the moon droppin’ by
Weird little smiles when you ask ’em why
"It’s just another day, just another day"
Clock Town, streets run crooked and cold
Same three days, same stories retold
Every single face got a secret they hold
"It’s just another day, just another day"
[Verse 2]
Postman jog laps, same route, same sweat
Breath countin’ seconds like a debt he ain’t met
Schedule in his pocket like a chain on his neck
He outrun feelin’ while he chases a check
Inn girl writin’ names on a room that ain’t full
Talkin’ to the air like it answered in school
Tears on the registry, dry but cool
Love letter stuck in an infinite loop
Guard by the gate say he can’t let kids through
But he drink in the dark till the world look new
Armor all rattled from the things he knew
He stare at that rock in the sky like glue
Market stay open, same fruit, same flies
Bargain on doom with a two rupee price
Clock hands twitch, crowd blink twice
Laugh at the tremor like the ground ain’t ice
[Chorus]
Clock Town, everybody lookin’ at the sky
Actin’ like they fine while the moon droppin’ by
Weird little smiles when you ask ’em why
"It’s just another day, just another day"
Clock Town, streets run crooked and cold
Same three days, same stories retold
Every single face got a secret they hold
"It’s just another day, just another day"
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Hear that hum in the walls? [subtle chanting]
That ain’t prayer, that’s a stall
Like if we all pretend it’s small
Maybe it never falls at all
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 2, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dusty underground boom-bap at 130BPM, heavy distorted bass and tight, swung drums. Male vocals cut aggressive but nimble over a hypnotic chant loop and eerie bell stabs. Verses stay close and tense, minimal keys and vinyl grit; hook widens with stacked gang vocals on the last words of each line. Subtle reverse FX and occasional tape stop moments heighten the surreal vibe., underground rap
Credits
Prompt byMinouri
ModelAria v5
Prompt
130BPM, gritty underground rap, Talking about the villagers in Clock Town like the Banker, the Dancing Twins, and the Bomber Boys. Talk about how weird this place is. Heavy bass, subtle chanting
