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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Packed a lunch for the moon
Two socks, one shoe
Let’s climb
[Verse 1]
Scaling up a fire escape
That’s taped to the sky with duct tape grapes
Mailbox helmet, sticker cape
I RSVP’d to outer space
Elevator made of shopping carts
Going ding every time I fart
I told the stars “I’m runnin’ late”
They texted back “we’ll microwave”
[Chorus]
Climbing up to the moon, in my house shoes
Three wrong turns, whole crowd yelling “who’s this dude?”
If I slip, if I fall, I’ma land in tune
I don’t need wings, I just talk my way to the moon (yeah)
Climbing up to the moon, like it’s past noon
Asked the sun, “you jealous?” said “a little, true”
If I trip, if I spin, I still hit my groove
I don’t need sense, I just dance my way to the moon (woo!)
[Verse 2]
Snack pack full of spicy air
Thermostat set to “don’t you dare”
Neighbor’s dog my volunteer
Steering with a plastic chair
Every crater on my GPS
Recalculating my regrets
Paid my rent in rubber ducks
Landlord floatin’ in my flex
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
If gravity call, hang up quick
If logic knock, we playin’ sick
If common sense send one more text
[shouted] Block that ex, we up next!
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration1:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Whimsical art-pop chaos with gritty funk bass, skewed guitar riffs, cartoon synth stabs, and punchy drums. Male rap vocal, half-sung hooks, animated ad-libs. Verses bounce between tight, rhythmic bars and sudden shouty lines; chorus explodes with gang vocals and claps. Mix swings from dry, in-your-face to reverb-smeared for the weirder punchlines., pop, funk, playful, grunge
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKModelAria v5
Prompt
Climbing up to the moon
(Whimsical art-pop with a grunge edge, surreal humor, playful absurdity, and energetic chaos, rap, male, funk, crazy)
