[Verse] Buttons pop, bellows breathe, sound explodes, Accordion lines sharp, like L's off street codes, Notes jump, hopscotch, on the block's beat, Rap game tight, call it pleated heat. [Chorus] Squeezin' life into the night, accordion delight, Rhymes stretch, flex, grip the mic, alright, Melodies waltz, two-step in the hood, Accordion hustle, misunderstood. [Verse 2] Fingers dance like moonwalk on them ivory tiles, Rap cargo, rhythm stowed in accordion piles, Harmonic threads weaving tales, straight from the gutter, Music cuts through silence, sharp like butter. [Bridge] Bellows breathe life, old-school charm, Street tales spin, like yarn in granny’s arm, Word tapestry, stitched with care and strife, Accordion's pulse, in the beats of life. [Chorus] Squeezin' life into the night, accordion delight, Rhymes stretch, flex, grip the mic, alright, Melodies waltz, two-step in the hood, Accordion hustle, misunderstood. [Verse 3] Echoes from café streets, Parisian night, Accordion sparkles, in the dark streetlight, Rap stories unfold, in sharp folds, crisp, Accordion keys whisper secrets, lisp.
