Track · Apr 10, 2026 · English

Scars in the Funhouse

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3:01

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

City in dark

Billboards blink and bleed

King with a grin

Crown from Alexander McQueen (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Roll up slow

Farm-house past in my rearview, gone

Mud on my vans, broke spokes on my bike

Now the frame got chrome, two chains, one life

Whiskey in the cup, ice clink like threats

Laugh like a Joker with a debt on his neck

Harley on my side, bubblegum on her lip

Heart on a match, she loves when it drips

Tear in the smile, stitched under this scar

Legit on the paper, still banned from the bar

City in dark, we color it loud

Counterfeit kings tryna copy our vows

[Chorus]

She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite" (yeah)

"Every crack in you got a story in it"

In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit?

We just dance on the edge and commit

Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress

Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse

City in dark, but we lit from within

I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn (oh-oh)

[Verse 2]

Poker face painted in permanent ink

I lost some friends in the flip of a blink

King with a limp, crown tilts when I drink

Whiskey on the wound, makes it smile when it sting

Bicycle dreams in a boarded-up yard

Now I pedal through the past, every ghost say “charge”

Barn dust lungs, now I’m lungs full of smoke

Still that same little kid tryna laugh through the choke

Legit on the doc, but the soul got priors

Bought a McQueen fit, still sleep by the fire

Counterfeit love in a VIP line

Real ones ride on the back pegs, grind

[Chorus]

She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite"

"Every crack in you got a story in it"

In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit?

We just dance on the edge and commit

Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress

Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse

City in dark, but we lit from within

I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn (hey)

[Bridge]

[Beat drops to bass, claps, soft keys]

Laugh with me

Cry with me

Farm-house kid in a high-rise scene

Ride this night

No brake lights

Bicycle wheels cut crooked lines

One more sip

One more spin

Whiskey tongue, say "lose," eyes say "win"

Call me king

Call me clown

Either way, girl, you hold that crown (yeah)

[Chorus]

She say, "Boy, your scars look exquisite"

"Every crack in you got a story in it"

In this funhouse world, who’s legit, who’s counterfeit?

We just dance on the edge and commit

Harley heart in a hand-me-down dress

Twirl that pain, turn chaos to finesse

City in dark, but we lit from within

I’m the Joker, you my Harley Quinn

[Outro]

City in dark

But we glow, we gleam

Two broke souls

In designer dreams (ooh)

Style

rapgreasy funk-rap groove at 100-105 bpmlive bass popping on the 1clav and wah guitar trading jabs. male rapper up close and gritty on the verses; female vocals glide and stack in lush harmonies on the hook. horn stabs answer key linesrhodes warms the midrange. bridge strips to bassrimshotsand airy pads before a final full-band chorus with ad-libs and call-and-response.funkenglish

Prompt

Joker Harley Quinn King Tear Scars City in dark Legit exquisite counterfeit Alexander McQueen Bicycle Farm-house Whiskey Male rapper, woman on chorus and music rounding on 5 minutes, funk rap

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FaustoCosta

GeneratedApr 10, 2026

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