Bus Home Bars
A boom bap track over dusty drums and a soulful piano loop, with reflective English rap verses about grinding through a dead-end shift and still writing bars on the bus home.
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Boom bap
Prompt used
A boom bap track over dusty drums and a soulful piano loop, with reflective English rap verses about grinding through a dead-end shift and still writing bars on the bus home.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock in, clock out, same gray room Fingers on the register, mind on a boom Dead-end shift, but I move that weight Counting broken minutes like a prison gate Manager talkin’, I just nod and grin Pocket full of lint and a page full of sins I fold my cash like I fold my pride Got a whole new verse in the back of my mind [Pre-Chorus] Bus stop cold, I’m still awake Ink on my knuckles, no time to break Window got rain and a tired face But I can still outrun this place [Chorus] Bus home bars, bus home bars I write my life in the dark Bus home bars, bus home bars Still got fire in my heart (Still got fire) Bus home bars, bus home bars This ain’t where my story ends [Verse 2] Seat back, head down, cap low lean Route 19 creeping through the after-scene Street by street, I’m reciting that line Mouth full of rhythm, no watch, no sign One more page, then another run Whole life bent but I ain’t undone Back cramped up, but the thought stay loud I hear my own name in the hush of the crowd [Pre-Chorus] Bus stop glow through the fogged-up glass Every rough night still gotta pass If the day took more than it should I turn that loss into something good [Chorus] Bus home bars, bus home bars I write my life in the dark Bus home bars, bus home bars Still got fire in my heart (Still got fire) Bus home bars, bus home bars This ain’t where my story ends [Bridge] Same old shift, same worn shoes Still got a reason to bruise these blues One train gone, one bus behind I’m still ahead in my own mind (Still ahead) Pen in my lap, night on my side I keep that spark from a long hard ride [Chorus] Bus home bars, bus home bars I write my life in the dark Bus home bars, bus home bars Still got fire in my heart (Still got fire) Bus home bars, bus home bars This ain’t where my story ends
Trap
Prompt used
A trap record with 808 slides and fast hi-hats, with confident English rap verses about outworking everyone who counted you out, delivered with a laid-back flow.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] They said I’d fold I stayed in motion Clock in, lock in No promotion Late nights, same grind Whole team know it Look at the work That’s my motive I was the name They skipped right past Now they lean in When the beat go fast Same old room New gold taste You can see the shift On my face [Pre-Chorus] Count me out I count up Slow walk, big talk Then I show up Hands too full I still make room Built this lane In a hard move [Chorus] Count me out I count up Count me out I went up You said “nah” I said “watch” Now my name On the top Count me out I count up Count me out I went up I don’t rush I don’t shout I just slide Right through doubt [Verse 2] Same ones grinning When I was broke Same ones quiet Now they quote Never needed A lucky break I made pressure Work for pay Little by little Brick by brick Now the whole thing Move too quick I keep calm When the room get loud I let results Do the talking now [Pre-Chorus] Count me out I count up Slow walk, big talk Then I show up Hands too full I still make room Built this lane In a hard move [Chorus] Count me out I count up Count me out I went up You said “nah” I said “watch” Now my name On the top Count me out I count up Count me out I went up I don’t rush I don’t shout I just slide Right through doubt [Bridge] Let ’em talk I’m still here Same vision Different gear No shortcuts No fear I took my time Got clear [Chorus] Count me out I count up Count me out I went up You said “nah” I said “watch” Now my name On the top Count me out I count up Count me out I went up I don’t rush I don’t shout I just slide Right through doubt
Drill
Prompt used
A UK drill track with sliding bass and a cold minor-key melody, with tense English storytelling about a night that almost went sideways, told in short punchy lines.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pulled up, hood low Rain on the tarmac Phone face down I was looking at the back track One car parked Near the off-licence shutter Two man deep And they both looked nuts, bruv I kept it calm Told my guy, "Stay cold" No big talk Just let the night unfold Then that door swung And the whole place froze I saw one bad move From a block away, slow [Pre-Chorus] Heart in my throat Same street, wrong time Man stared too long I could read that sign Took one step back Then I caught that glance Everybody moved quick When the moon went black [Chorus] Cold corner night We were one beat off Cold corner night Could've all went wrong Keep your head down Keep your voice low Cold corner night Then we let it go [Verse 2] Said "you good?" He said "yeah, I'm calm" But his hand kept twitching On the side of his arm I watched that window And I watched that lane One false word And it might've changed Then a siren passed Not close, just near Still made man stiff Had to switch that gear My boy laughed once Said "that was mad" We walked on home With the tense still bad [Pre-Chorus] Same dark road Same cold air I could taste the risk When I got back there One wrong look One quick flash Could've turned that night To a full-on crash [Chorus] Cold corner night We were one beat off Cold corner night Could've all went wrong Keep your head down Keep your voice low Cold corner night Then we let it go [Bridge] No hero talk Just a narrow miss One more step And it could've split So I thanked my luck And I kept it clean Some nights stay close Like a bad old dream [Final Chorus] Cold corner night We were one beat off Cold corner night Could've all went wrong Keep your head down Keep your voice low Cold corner night Then we let it go
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