• Id:

    7b9b168a352621626bd9ac84f0bcd739f69d39d1c1c670748c9791e1451f5245
    safe
  • Prompt:

    Make a song about Mikey Rotten fixing the belt on his 1991 Nissan Skyline. Vocalist needs to sound like real rural Southern Carolina accent. Super country vocals. But the beat is jersey club Detroit footwork juke.

  • Image:

    Skyline Belts and Sunset Fixes
  • Description:

    The image captures a man standing next to a red sports car, possibly a Nissan Skyline, with a cowboy hat on. He appears to be admiring the car or possibly fixing the belt. The scene is set against a backdrop of a sunset, adding a sense of warmth and tranquility to the moment. The man's attire and the car's design suggest a connection to the rural Southern Carolina region, further emphasizing the unique blend of country and urban elements in this image.

  • Songs:

    👈 better
  • Lyrics:

    Title: Skyline Belts and Sunset Fixes
    Tags: Country, Jersey Club, Detroit Footwork, Juke, Storytelling
    
    [Verse 1]
    Mikey Rotten got a wrench in hand,
    Sweatin' in the dusk, tryin’ to make her stand,
    1991, that Skyline purr,
    But the belt slipped loose, made a whinin' slur.
    Cowboy boots on the red dirt clay,
    Cussin’ at the engine like it knows the way.
    
    [Chorus]
    Fix it up, tie it tight,
    Under sunset’s orange light,
    That Skyline’s roarin’ through my soul,
    Southern hands on Detroit gold.
    Bumpin’ beats from a Jersey street,
    But I’m backwoods deep where the cornfields meet.
    
    [Verse 2]
    A Marlboro hangin’ from his jawline crack,
    Grease on his jeans, ain’t never lookin’ back.
    Got a socket set, got a prayer or two,
    Sayin’, \"Lord, let this belt pull through.\"
    Twistin’ bolts with that Southern grace,
    Bass kick drum in the sunset haze.
    
    [Chorus]
    Fix it up, tie it tight,
    Under sunset’s orange light,
    That Skyline’s roarin’ through my soul,
    Southern hands on Detroit gold.
    Bumpin’ beats from a Jersey street,
    But I’m backwoods deep where the cornfields meet.
    
    [Bridge]
    Juke track thumpin' on the pickup's dash,
    While Mikey's hands make that tension clash.
    He don't dance, but the car might slide,
    When the skyline belts start singin’ right.
    
    [Outro]
    [Big Finish]
    Now she purrs like a new-born dawn,
    Mikey wipes his hands, and the beat goes on.
    Country drawl in a Jersey mix,
    Skyline belts and sunset fixes.
    
    [End]