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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)
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration3:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
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Prompt
Joker
Harley Quinn
King
Tear
Scars
City in dark
Legit
exquisite
counterfeit
Alexander McQueen
Bicycle
Farm-house
Whiskey
Male rapper, woman on chorus and music rounding on 5 minutes, funk rap
