Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They know who it is
It’s the Warsmith
Suit up
[Verse 1]
Metal floor, neon glow
Stumble in, helmets low
Tabs open, credits owed
Still we’re ready to reload
High chairs bolted to the deck
Shots lined up like a weapons check
Laugh loud, scars on our necks
Every toast feels like a spec ops flex
[Chorus]
Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high
Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky (hey!)
Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call
We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls
Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law
Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl (woah)
When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall
Helmets to the heart, yeah, we heed that call
[Verse 2]
Barback’s got a cracked face shield
Pouring fuel like it’s a battlefield
We don’t flinch, we just refill
Spin the room, but we stand still
Poker chips, plasma burns
War stories traded by the turns
He says “move,” every visor turns
Discipline deep as the thirst that churns
[Chorus]
Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high
Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky (yeah!)
Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call
We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls
Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law
Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl (hey!)
When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall
Helmets to the heart, yeah, we heed that call
[Bridge]
Half-drunk, full steel, stagger in line
Laughing at the danger, marching in time (woah)
“Warsmith needs fire,” message on the wall
We drain every glass just to answer that call
[Chorus]
Armored Alcoholics, raise ’em up high
Clanking on the counter while we orbit the sky
Anytime the Warsmith’s making that call
We slam one back, then we’re ready for brawls (ready for brawls)
Armored Alcoholics, this our ship, our law
Tipsy in the turrets with a battle-scarred drawl
When the Warsmith speaks, we rise, we don’t stall
Armored to the core, always heed that call
Style
raphigh-energy rap-pop banger with swaggering male vocals over glossy synths and a heavy club bounce. verses spit tight double-time pockets with trap-influenced drums and sub weight; hook explodes with big group chantsbright melodic toplineand distorted crowd shouts. occasional sci‑fi fx swells and robotic vox chops to sell the spaceship bar vibethen drop to half-time for the bridge before the final chorus hits even harder.pop
Prompt
Rap pop, name is The warsmith, want a song about a space ship that has a bar inside it, the patrons in it are called Armored Alcoholics, the patrons always heed the call of the warsmith
Credits
Prompt by
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Ghost_404GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
ModelAria v5
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