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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bell on the door
He slides in sideways
Hood up
Head low
Eyes like a Friday fight
Blue gum in his cheek
Laces dragging on the tiles
Candy aisle scout
Clocking every blind side
[Chorus]
Little Backpacker
Ripping through the racks
Sticker on the zipper and a pocket full of snacks
Sleeves full of trouble
Heart full of theft
If you blink once
Your whole row’s left
Little Backpacker
King of corner scores
Ruthless terror of the late-night store
[Verse 2]
Hands in the chips
He’s palming more than crumbs
Phone pressed to his ear
But it’s just for show and hums
Camera in the corner
He waves like it’s a friend
Shoves a drink in his bag
Like rules can never bend
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
He says
“Ring me up?
You can’t afford my time”
Leaves three cents on the counter
Calls it a victimless crime
Clerk writes his face
On a crumpled notepad page
He just grins at the door
Like he owns the place
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration2:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Crunchy garage rock with jagged guitars and swaggering drums, midtempo. Male vocals half-snarled, half-sung, with gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay tight and percussive; chorus widens with doubled vocals and fuzzed-out power chords. Brief breakdown before final chorus with tom-heavy build and feedback swells.
Credits
Prompt by
Seneca
SenecaModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a ruthless terror of a convenience store shoplifter called Little Backpacker
