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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
Details
GeneratedApr 4, 2026
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
FlexG
FlexGModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Moddy trap punk, dance party nights, Deep House
