Song Cover Image

Eighty Candles

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Boisterous Bay Area male MC, 108 BPM hyphy rap, knocking kick, slapping snare, rubbery bass, squealing guitar lick, boisterous bars, shouted chorus, ‑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, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑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, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals
V6-MINI

[Verse 1: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, bouncing, loud on every bar] Booked a little table for her birthday night Tablecloth, candles, keep the volume polite Auntie said behave, she's eighty, take it slow Cousin said she likes a little salad and a show Seven o'clock and we're sitting in a row Then we heard the bass coming up from below Parking lot shaking and the windows on blur Speaker on a walker and the speaker was hers [Chorus: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, shouted, full chest] Eighty years and she still going dumb Walker in the air like she just begun Ghost ride the chair till the cake get done Eighty years and she still going dumb [Verse 2: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, boisterous, building] Grandma in the lot with her shades on tight Zip-tied speaker and it's blinking with lights Stunna on the walker and a scarf on her head Doing donuts in the wheelchair that the nurses said Uncle tried to stop her and she handed him a beat Now the waiter's going dumb in the middle of the street Auntie lost a shoe and the cousins lost a phone Grandma lost nothing, she's in her zone [Pre-Chorus: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, faster, everybody in] Hands on the hood, now hands on the head Grandma in the front and she putting us to bed [Chorus: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, shouted, full chest] Eighty years and she still going dumb Walker in the air like she just begun Ghost ride the chair till the cake get done Eighty years and she still going dumb [Bridge: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, candle blowout, the beat cuts as she blows out eighty candles in one breath, then the bass slams back on the last puff] Eighty little candles on a sheet cake glowing Grandma took a breath and the whole lot was knowing One long blow and the flames all gone Smoke in the air and the bass back on [Verse 3: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, laughing, full force] Restaurant manager came out the door Said the dinner's getting cold and she said who cares, more Ten o'clock now and we're running out of gas Grandma still swerving with a sparkler in her glass Grabbed every grandkid and she gave us a rule Ninety's the same and it's twice as cool Book a bigger lot and get a louder sound I'll be ninety in the middle and I'm still going down [Chorus: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, shouted, full chest] Eighty years and she still going dumb Walker in the air like she just begun Ghost ride the chair till the cake get done Eighty years and she still going dumb [Outro: Boisterous Bay Area male MC, the speaker rings out] Happy birthday, Grandma See you at ninety Same lot [End]