Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cheap boots, ripped black denim X on my hand, fake ID Phone dead, still in the queue line You look bored, then you look at me Glitter stuck to your jawline Laugh loud, spill that drink You say, “This place feels broken” I say, “Good, so do we” [Chorus] We don’t go home, we go higher Sweat on the ceiling, floor on fire Jump ‘til the bad thoughts fall off our backs (hey!) Hands in the air like we’re under attack Turn all the wrongs into strobe light Kiss me like chaos in plain sight If this is a mess, then I’m alright Moddy little heartbreak, dance party nights [Verse 2] Bar smoke, taste that trouble Tongue ring, cherry and lime You steal my hat in the bathroom Draw a heart over my crime Your friends yell, “We’re leaving!” You shrug, “They always do” Bass hits, crowd starts screaming You just scream, “I pick you” (ooh) [Chorus] We don’t go home, we go higher Sweat on the ceiling, floor on fire Jump ‘til the bad thoughts fall off our backs (hey!) Hands in the air like we’re under attack Turn all the wrongs into strobe light Kiss me like chaos in plain sight If this is a mess, then I’m alright Moddy little heartbreak, dance party nights
Tags
rap, Hybrid of moody trap drums, distorted punk bass, and deep house synth stabs. Male vocals riding a half-sung, half-spoken vibe; verses stay tight and tense, then choruses explode with gang shouts and stacked harmonies. Sidechained pads swell under a four-on-the-floor pulse as the track builds, drops, and slams back in with crunchy guitars on the final hook., deep house, punk
Duration
2:28
Instrumental
No
Created
4/4/2026