Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Bare boots on metal dust Neon tumbleweeds roll past Sky herd in a rusted truck Headlights cut through black glass [Chorus] Yodel-ay (ay-ayy) in the dark air Calling out ghosts of the old frontier Steel clouds low like a midnight fair I’m a sky-fi rider with the yoke of my fear Yodel-ay, echo on the hull so wide Long howl bending in the solar tide If the stars talk back when I cry Let ‘em know this cowboy still alive (hey!) [Verse 1] Hat brim low in a cracked-up visor Rust-red code on my wrist like a cipher Boot scuffs sparking on the loading bay floor I brand my name in the frost on the door Dust in my lungs, but it tastes like metal Prairie went missing, so I chase new levels Bagpipe drone in the cargo hold moan Fiddle string slicing through the ship’s old bones [Chorus] Yodel-ay (ay-ayy) in the dark air Calling out ghosts of the old frontier Steel clouds low like a midnight fair I’m a sky-fi rider with the yoke of my fear Yodel-ay, echo on the hull so wide Long howl bending in the solar tide If the stars talk back when I cry Let ‘em know this cowboy still alive (oh yeah) [Bridge] [Beatbox kicks, clipped hats, deep throat bass] Tongue tap, cold rap in the docking line I talk slow sin in a tight half-time Drill through doubt like a plasma mine Got wolves in the code and they all my kind Breath as the drum, chest as the snare Heart as the bell in electric air If I fall off this midnight ride Yodel my name to the other side [Chorus] Yodel-ay (ay-ayy) in the dark air Calling out ghosts of the old frontier Steel clouds low like a midnight fair I’m a sky-fi rider with the yoke of my fear Yodel-ay, echo on the hull so wide Long howl bending in the solar tide If the stars talk back when I cry Tell ‘em this outlaw still alive, still alive (yodel-ay)
Tags
rap, Hybrid dark country-rap odyssey: male vocals over alternating a cappella yodel hooks, beatboxed drill grooves, and hypnotic melodic techno pads. Verses ride a snarling, swung drill pocket with human beatbox hi-hats and sub-drops; chorus flips to eerie, stacked yodel harmonies floating over drones. Fiddle and bagpipes trade call-and-response riffs in the midrange, drenched in echo for fantasy sky-fi atmosphere. Final refrain strips to solo voice and soft mouth percussion, then slams back with full stacked vocals for the last hook., a cappella, country, techno, drill
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026