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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let the floor shake
Let the old skin go
I was built from the cracks
And I want you to know
I don't beg the mirror
For a softer face
I learned the hard lines
And I wore them with grace
My hands got scars
From every closed door
Still I keep dancing
Come back for more
[Pre-Chorus]
See me lean in
See me rise
No more hiding
Behind my eyes
[Chorus]
Let the floor shake
Let the old skin go
Let the floor shake
Watch me glow
Built from the cracks
I wear the pain like grace
Built from the cracks
I take my place
(Shake it off)
(I take my place)
[Verse 2]
I came in rough
With a low-cut truth
No polished smile
No borrowed proof
You can call it damage
I call it a trail
Every bruise on my skin
Tells me I won't fail
I step in heavy
But I move like silk
Storm in my chest
Still I don't tilt
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that snap now
Feel that lift
I was made for
This exact shift
[Chorus]
Let the floor shake
Let the old skin go
Let the floor shake
Watch me glow
Built from the cracks
I wear the pain like grace
Built from the cracks
I take my place
(Shake it off)
(I take my place)
[Bridge]
If I fall
I fall loud
If I rise
I rise proud
No small life
No thin skin
I break through
And let you in
[Final Chorus]
Let the floor shake
Let the old skin go
Let the floor shake
Watch me glow
Built from the cracks
I wear the pain like grace
Built from the cracks
I take my place
(Shake it off)
(I take my place)
Details
GeneratedMay 10, 2026
Duration3:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
Deep house hip hop with a four-on-the-floor pulse, swung kick-clap pocket, and elastic sub-bass under chopped piano stabs; verses ride sparse drums and filtered Rhodes, pre-chorus opens with rising synth haze and snapped backing chants, chorus hits with wide house chords and stacked vocal doubles. Delay throws on key lines, vinyl crackle in transitions, and a clean sidechained mix that stays bright, punchy, and glossy., deep house, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
let the floor shake let the old skin go, I was built from the cracks and I want you to know. I don't beg the mirror for a softer face, I wear every hard thing like a map of Grace
deep house hip hop
