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Bunting Loft

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Cinching clevis-hip male MC, 132 BPM flagpole hip hop, heavy kick, tight snare, thick bass, cinching loud hooks, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals
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[Hook: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, loud, cinching] Bunting lofted when both hands owned the rise Not a speech, a seating you can prove with eyes Grip the rope, feel the give, send the cloth straight through Pole holds only if the middle loft is true [Verse 1: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, cinching] Wind on the yard, sun hard on the site I carry rope and patience and a chart that still fits right Kid watches my wrist more than the spoken plan Learns the loft before he learns the span I do not preach about blood or the name on a deed I put a halyard in his palm and let the cloth concede Top of the rise already true from dawn We save the last pull so the lesson can spawn [Verse 2: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, colder, cinching] He wants the easy seat, the cloth that snaps with pride I leave a little play so his ear has to decide Heavy kick waits on his mouth to call the land Tight snare answers when the lofting meets his hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just rope in the wind and a rise that has to last Cinching through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the pole, quiet enough for the cloud [Bridge: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, bunting loft, cinching] Bunting loft under both palms Kick answers hard on the calm Kid never needs a speech to know The rise is his when the cloth says so [Verse 3: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, cinching, louder] He lofts the last pull and the yard takes the proof I step back half a pace and let him own the roof Boots on the grass already testing the give I hear the cloth rise once and know the loft will live My job is the teach, not the plaque or the board Cloth seats, pole holds, that is the whole reward Wind on our wrists, chalk on the rope, same chart We do not talk banners, we talk a rise that lasts Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Bunting loft means the kid and the wind agree [Hook: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, loud, cinching] Bunting lofted when both hands owned the rise Not a speech, a seating you can prove with eyes Grip the rope, feel the give, send the cloth straight through Pole holds only if the middle loft is true [Outro: Cinching clevis-hip male MC, proud cold, heavy kick rings out and fades] Bunting loft, Saturday Tell the pole I said stay [End]