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  • Prompt:

    Title: Three Thousand USD to Walk In Style & Prompt: A slow electric blues groove—laid back but calculated. The guitar bends slow like someone checking the price of silence. The rhythm’s locked in like rent due. Vocals are dry, wry, and tired of pretending: “Don’t need the roof / don’t need the bricks / just three thousand dollars and a bag of tricks / they’ll let me sleep beneath their crown / long as I don’t stick around.” The chorus hits with smirking clarity: “Three thousand dollars to walk in / thirty more to own the floor / and if I want folks writin’ songs ‘bout payin’ me? / I might need thirty million more.” The solo slides in like it knows the math but’s too polite to say it. Let the sarcasm hit soft—not angry, just factual. No judgment, just the truth. Ends with one last line, half-grinned: “I’m just rentin’ the illusion… for now

  • Image:

    Three Thousand USD to Walk In

  • Description:

    The image depicts a man walking down a city street at dusk, with a sense of weariness in his step. He is carrying a backpack, possibly filled with his belongings. The street is lined with tall buildings, and the sky above is a mix of pink and purple hues, creating a moody atmosphere. The man appears to be contemplating the cost of his journey, as he walks with a sense of resilience and determination. The scene captures the essence of the song's lyrics, where the protagonist is reflecting on the value of money and the sacrifices he has to make to continue his journey.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Three Thousand USD to Walk In
Tags: Blues Rock, Slow, Storytelling, Sultry male singer, Electric Guitar

[Verse 1]
Don’t need the roof, don’t need the bricks
Just three thousand dollars and a bag of tricks
They’ll let me in if I don’t ask why
Long as I keep quiet and don’t look too high

[Chorus]
Three thousand dollars to walk in
Thirty more to own the floor
If I want folks writin’ songs ‘bout payin’ me?
I might need thirty million more

[Verse 2]
I walk real slow, like I know the price
For breathin’ air with a hint of vice
This room ain’t mine, this smile ain’t real
But I’ve learned to lease what I can’t steal

[Chorus]
Three thousand dollars to walk in
Thirty more to own the floor
If I want folks writin’ songs ‘bout payin’ me?
I might need thirty million more

[Guitar Solo]
(Slow bends, like numbers quietly adding up)

[Bridge]
They say the game’s fair, just play it smart
But I been foldin’ from the very start

[Chorus]
Three thousand dollars to walk in
Thirty more to own the floor
If I want folks writin’ songs ‘bout payin’ me?
I might need thirty million more

[Outro]
I’m just rentin’ the illusion… for now
[Fade Out]