

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] City in dark Billboards blink and bleed King with a grin Crown from Alexander McQueen (yeah) [Verse 1] Roll up slow Farm-house past in my rearview, gone Mud on my vans, broke spokes on my bike Now the frame got chrome, two chains, one life Whiskey in the cup, ice clink like threats Laugh like a Joker with a debt on his neck Harley on my side, bubblegum on her lip Heart on a match, she loves when it drips Tear in the smile, stitched under this scar Legit on the paper, still banned from the bar City in dark, we color it loud Counterfeit kings tryna copy our vows [Chorus] She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite" (yeah) "Every crack in you got a story in it" In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit? We just dance on the edge and commit Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse City in dark, but we lit from within I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn (oh-oh) [Verse 2] Poker face painted in permanent ink I lost some friends in the flip of a blink King with a limp, crown tilts when I drink Whiskey on the wound, makes it smile when it sting Bicycle dreams in a boarded-up yard Now I pedal through the past, every ghost say “charge” Barn dust lungs, now I’m lungs full of smoke Still that same little kid tryna laugh through the choke Legit on the doc, but the soul got priors Bought a McQueen fit, still sleep by the fire Counterfeit love in a VIP line Real ones ride on the back pegs, grind [Chorus] She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite" "Every crack in you got a story in it" In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit? We just dance on the edge and commit Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse City in dark, but we lit from within I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn (hey) [Bridge] [Beat drops to bass, claps, soft keys] Laugh with me Cry with me Farm-house kid in a high-rise scene Ride this night No brake lights Bicycle wheels cut crooked lines One more sip One more spin Whiskey tongue, say "lose," eyes say "win" Call me king Call me clown Either way, girl, you hold that crown (yeah) [Chorus] She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite" "Every crack in you got a story in it" In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit? We just dance on the edge and commit Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse City in dark, but we lit from within I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn [Outro] City in dark But we glow, we gleam Two broke souls In designer dreams (ooh)
Tags
rap, Greasy funk-rap groove at 100-105 BPM, live bass popping on the 1, clav and wah guitar trading jabs. Male rapper up close and gritty on the verses; female vocals glide and stack in lush harmonies on the hook. Horn stabs answer key lines, Rhodes warms the midrange. Bridge strips to bass, rimshots, and airy pads before a final full-band chorus with ad-libs and call-and-response., funk
3:01
No
4/10/2026