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Floor Seats

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, 144 BPM half-time Southern rap, thudding kick, snapping snare, sneaker-squeak accents, gritty bass guitar, rowdy full-chest bars, shouted 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, ‑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

[Hook: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, full chest, shouted] Floor seats, never paid a dime for these Fresh white shoes on the hardwood, please Usher looking at me like he wants my ticket Floor seats, baby, come and get it [Verse 1: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, rowdy, loud and loose] Row A, seat one, right by the bench Close enough to hear the coach cuss in French Owner of the seat is a man in a tower Bought 'em for the year, never came for an hour So every home game I put the thrift blazer on Walk in with the caterers, carry trays till they gone Set 'em by the tunnel, take a left, sit down Best seat in the building in a borrowed crown Usher named Darnell been eyeing me for weeks I nod at him cool like a man with receipts Point guard knows me, gives a little dap Ball goes out of bounds and it lands in my lap [Hook: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, full chest, shouted] Floor seats, never paid a dime for these Fresh white shoes on the hardwood, please Usher looking at me like he wants my ticket Floor seats, baby, come and get it [Verse 2: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, rowdy, nervous and fast] Halftime show and the lights go dim Big screen spinning, gonna pick out him Camera sweeps the rows like a searchlight hunt Lands on Row A and my face up front Announcer says, sir, come on down Half-court shot for the season, the whole town Darnell walking over and I think I'm done Thought I'm getting tossed, he hands me the one Leans in and says don't embarrass us all Eighteen thousand people and a leather ball [Bridge: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, hang time, the band holds one long chord under a rising cymbal swell, everything slams back on the swish] Toe on the logo, deep breath, let it go Ball spinning slow like it's floating through snow Whole place standing and I can't hear a thing Mama in the kitchen yelling at the screen Swish [Verse 3: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, rowdy, all the way up] Net still shaking and the whole place loud Point guard lifting me up over the crowd Prize is the season, two seats, Row A Same two seats that I been stealing, hey Man in the tower finally comes to see Who's that sitting in his seat, that's me Darnell laughing with his hand on his hip Says now you legit, but don't drop the dip [Final Hook: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, full chest, shouted] Floor seats, never paid a dime for these Fresh white shoes on the hardwood, please Usher looking at me like he wants my ticket Floor seats, baby, come and get it [Outro: Raspy rowdy Southern male MC, laughing, sneaker squeak rings out and fades] Row A, seat one Never paid a dime [End]