Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 200.3 BPM
Duration: 3:16
Loudness: -7.5 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin.. Check it, uh-huh, YO It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the mic in the end zone This here ain't the average shit, you used to Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft Why you wanna fuck with the boss? Where should I start? Breakin' MC's or shatterin' charts? It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo Funky Piano, van like the fuckin' With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo Break down dismantle when I scramble I just get down, and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot X2 Uhh, yo, ey, and yo EPMD, fuckin' with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I say's not What I might call whack, you'll call hot The best thing for you, is to think and hope Or get choked, and hung with The Velvet Rope Cause you too theatrical, mess around And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics, is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on baseline Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? We've been doin' this shit, since Dear Yvette, check I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead And walk around leakin', in the bed for the weekend For playin' with the last Mohican - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin' Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggas curious The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11 I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' Head Banger Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a nine on the reg behind penitentiary steel

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 200.3 BPM
Duration: 3:16
Loudness: -7.5 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin.. Check it, uh-huh, YO It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the mic in the end zone This here ain't the average shit, you used to Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft Why you wanna fuck with the boss? Where should I start? Breakin' MC's or shatterin' charts? It's Diablo, PMD Mic Doc with the purple heart The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo Funky Piano, van like the fuckin' With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo Break down dismantle when I scramble I just get down, and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line (Inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot X2 Uhh, yo, ey, and yo EPMD, fuckin' with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I say's not What I might call whack, you'll call hot The best thing for you, is to think and hope Or get choked, and hung with The Velvet Rope Cause you too theatrical, mess around And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics, is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on baseline Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? We've been doin' this shit, since Dear Yvette, check I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead And walk around leakin', in the bed for the weekend For playin' with the last Mohican - that's fuck you in Puerto Rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin' Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggas curious The true legend, got caught shit you better call Kevin Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11 I'm danger like Norris the Texas Ranger The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' Head Banger Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a nine on the reg behind penitentiary steel


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 82.5 BPM
Duration: 4:20
Loudness: -14.3 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: The eyes of the world are crying Sorrow is an old familiar tune But with the Light in our hearts We can shine through the dark There is so much that we can do In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name In His Name He is the vine, we are the branches The power that we have comes from Him It is His hope we live It is His love we give Apart from Him we are just men In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name Well give hope to the hopeless Find homes for the homeless In His Name In His Name Well move the darkest mountains Love will flow like fountains In His Name In His Name In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name In His Name In His Name

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 82.5 BPM
Duration: 4:20
Loudness: -14.3 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: The eyes of the world are crying Sorrow is an old familiar tune But with the Light in our hearts We can shine through the dark There is so much that we can do In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name In His Name He is the vine, we are the branches The power that we have comes from Him It is His hope we live It is His love we give Apart from Him we are just men In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name Well give hope to the hopeless Find homes for the homeless In His Name In His Name Well move the darkest mountains Love will flow like fountains In His Name In His Name In His Name, His Name We can dry the child's tears Calm the widows fears In His Name In His Name, His Name We can feed those who are hungry Listen to the lonely In His Name In His Name In His Name In His Name


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 127.8 BPM
Duration: 5:12
Loudness: -11.8 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Came to me one rainy evening Warmer then the setting sun Took my love by the trigger Shot me like a gun Hold me like a baby She laughed at my fears Said now love don't you worry Make everything so clear She's all right she's all right She's all right she's all right She's got piece of mine She's all right she's all right She's all right She's got piece of mine Smiles like the Mona Lisa Laughs like the sun Kisses like the greatest lover The world has ever known Dance like Ginger Rogers Sing like a nightingale Makes love like an angel Cause my soul to wail She's all right she's all right She's all right she's all right She's got piece of mine She's all right she's all right She's all right She's got piece of mine

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 127.8 BPM
Duration: 5:12
Loudness: -11.8 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Came to me one rainy evening Warmer then the setting sun Took my love by the trigger Shot me like a gun Hold me like a baby She laughed at my fears Said now love don't you worry Make everything so clear She's all right she's all right She's all right she's all right She's got piece of mine She's all right she's all right She's all right She's got piece of mine Smiles like the Mona Lisa Laughs like the sun Kisses like the greatest lover The world has ever known Dance like Ginger Rogers Sing like a nightingale Makes love like an angel Cause my soul to wail She's all right she's all right She's all right she's all right She's got piece of mine She's all right she's all right She's all right She's got piece of mine


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 103.9 BPM
Duration: 1:03
Loudness: -6.0 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: Staring at sympathetic skies A forgotten world Cinematic, silent skies Resident, silent Forget the dreams you had The times that you felt lost Lost and windy autumn afternoons As relentless rain skylines Forgotten world It makes you feel gray It's all too late Feeling gray because there's violence here Violent city sky Because there's violence here Forget the dreams you had The times that you felt gray

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 103.9 BPM
Duration: 1:03
Loudness: -6.0 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: Staring at sympathetic skies A forgotten world Cinematic, silent skies Resident, silent Forget the dreams you had The times that you felt lost Lost and windy autumn afternoons As relentless rain skylines Forgotten world It makes you feel gray It's all too late Feeling gray because there's violence here Violent city sky Because there's violence here Forget the dreams you had The times that you felt gray


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 92.9 BPM
Duration: 4:41
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: All I want is to know You more And my hope is in You alone Jesus, I will lift Your name for the rest of my life So I lift my voice to worship You You're my refuge and You're my strength I know You're with me through the fire From the ashes, I will rise with my head lifted high I will sing of Your unfailing love I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone All I want is to know You more And my hope is in You alone Jesus, I will lift Your name for the rest of my life So I lift my voice to worship You I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 92.9 BPM
Duration: 4:41
Loudness: -8.7 dB
Key: E major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: All I want is to know You more And my hope is in You alone Jesus, I will lift Your name for the rest of my life So I lift my voice to worship You You're my refuge and You're my strength I know You're with me through the fire From the ashes, I will rise with my head lifted high I will sing of Your unfailing love I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone All I want is to know You more And my hope is in You alone Jesus, I will lift Your name for the rest of my life So I lift my voice to worship You I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I sing hallelujah I sing hallelujah Jesus, You will always be my Savior and my Peace My life is safe in You alone I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God I believe in You Now I surrender all to You High, I lift my hands And I declare that You are God


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 153.8 BPM
Duration: 3:20
Loudness: -7.4 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: If there was anyway out Where I could slip away And take my heart with me If there was anyway out Where I could slip away And leave my mind at ease 'Cause if my head was on right You wouldn't be sittin' here tonight Watchin' me shakin' it But if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it If you were anything less Than what you are to me Well I would have a reason then Callin' it quits Instead of havin' these fits Over where you've been And if the love that you stole Wasn't still the best I've known I wouldn't be takin' it And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it If my body didn't burn Everytime a head didn't turn I wouldn't be fakin' it Oh no And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it Oh Oh if my head was on right You wouldn't be sittin' here tonight Watchin' me shakin' it Oh no And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 153.8 BPM
Duration: 3:20
Loudness: -7.4 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: If there was anyway out Where I could slip away And take my heart with me If there was anyway out Where I could slip away And leave my mind at ease 'Cause if my head was on right You wouldn't be sittin' here tonight Watchin' me shakin' it But if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it If you were anything less Than what you are to me Well I would have a reason then Callin' it quits Instead of havin' these fits Over where you've been And if the love that you stole Wasn't still the best I've known I wouldn't be takin' it And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it If my body didn't burn Everytime a head didn't turn I wouldn't be fakin' it Oh no And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it Oh Oh if my head was on right You wouldn't be sittin' here tonight Watchin' me shakin' it Oh no And if my heart was intact You know I'd let you have the first crack At breakin' it


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 161.7 BPM
Duration: 3:51
Loudness: -3.4 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Cam talks about the usual: dealing drugs, fashion, and cars. Stay Getting Productions sample Steel Pulses Blues Dance Raid, a sample also used by Kanye West for J. Coles Looking for Trouble. But I still get in trouble Killa, uh But what? Uh Mami all on me 'cause I'm touching her belly (Belly) I'm on butter Pirellis ('Rellis) Whip purple and yellow, hello, that's butter and jelly (Chi-ching) I flip butter on cellies all right in front of the deli (Who?) Holly, Lilly to Kelly all spent ones on the telly (And what else?) And I got hella gear (Gear) My earring is nice, the price (What?), three town homes in Delaware (What else?) Uh, tomato Porsche lookin' like tomato sauce (Yeah) Hip hop hooray, I got to get that yayo off (Real rap) That's blocks to the ave, cops come blockin' the ave I put the Glock in the stash, slabs and tops in the trash (I push work) Still stop and I laugh, ma, get them rocks in your ass The rest? Twat and your bag, dag, hop in a cab (Cab) Play you, for what? You gon' play yourself Ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself (Uh-huh) And my way to the wealth was SK, AK Mayday, payday, dog, don't play with your health Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble, but what?) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble) I get fresh from Yankee Stadium to the Garden, I beg your pardon (I beg your pardon?) Stop it, my closet, Macy's men's department Pants, shirts, scarf, phone if you checkin' (Phone me up) Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section (Uh-huh) Fur for fur, baby, baby, you'll go stir crazy (Stir crazy) Got that David Yurman burnin', the bird gazy (Gazy) You'll get hurt, play me, burp, let the dirt chase me Every third lady that flirt want my chirp lately I know some RNs that still strip On I and this real dick In the clinic, nurse suit and heels, shit (Go to work) Better than college, after that, a student's home (Student's home) At least after your bid, ain't no student loans (Nope) To pay back, jack, ask what do you condone? In towns with coke, the forty-five, a bluest chrome (Blue steel) They done juiced my dome, knock knock, are you at home? I'm Macaulay, girls call the crib and ask, "Are you alone?" Killa Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble) Uh, we race foreign cars, custom models, drop-top, mustard Tahoe (Mustard Tahoe) We like the musketeers (Yeah), trained by Cus D'amato (What else?) Just the motto, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow (Tough to swallow) Watch Sanford and Son (Who are you?), I'm like the buzz in Rollo (Rollo) Fortunado, the Porsche Apollo, whores'll follow (What else?) Got the MAC, jack, still swing swords like Zorro (Zorro) We jackin' and clappin', y'all just applaud like bravo (Bravo) Now applaud the capo (Capo), Zeek and Santana (Uh-huh) I don't raise her wrists (Wrists), I keep eighths of piff The game's a chick, I'm Kobe, I'ma rape the bitch (Rape the bitch) Razor grips, laser spit Glock cocked, J or fifth? D on the block just like Jadakiss Haters shift, plead the Fifth, spray the fifth Gator kicks, Matrix, major chips I'm your favorite, Killa (Dipset) Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble)

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 161.7 BPM
Duration: 3:51
Loudness: -3.4 dB
Key: E minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Cam talks about the usual: dealing drugs, fashion, and cars. Stay Getting Productions sample Steel Pulses Blues Dance Raid, a sample also used by Kanye West for J. Coles Looking for Trouble. But I still get in trouble Killa, uh But what? Uh Mami all on me 'cause I'm touching her belly (Belly) I'm on butter Pirellis ('Rellis) Whip purple and yellow, hello, that's butter and jelly (Chi-ching) I flip butter on cellies all right in front of the deli (Who?) Holly, Lilly to Kelly all spent ones on the telly (And what else?) And I got hella gear (Gear) My earring is nice, the price (What?), three town homes in Delaware (What else?) Uh, tomato Porsche lookin' like tomato sauce (Yeah) Hip hop hooray, I got to get that yayo off (Real rap) That's blocks to the ave, cops come blockin' the ave I put the Glock in the stash, slabs and tops in the trash (I push work) Still stop and I laugh, ma, get them rocks in your ass The rest? Twat and your bag, dag, hop in a cab (Cab) Play you, for what? You gon' play yourself Ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself (Uh-huh) And my way to the wealth was SK, AK Mayday, payday, dog, don't play with your health Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble, but what?) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble) I get fresh from Yankee Stadium to the Garden, I beg your pardon (I beg your pardon?) Stop it, my closet, Macy's men's department Pants, shirts, scarf, phone if you checkin' (Phone me up) Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section (Uh-huh) Fur for fur, baby, baby, you'll go stir crazy (Stir crazy) Got that David Yurman burnin', the bird gazy (Gazy) You'll get hurt, play me, burp, let the dirt chase me Every third lady that flirt want my chirp lately I know some RNs that still strip On I and this real dick In the clinic, nurse suit and heels, shit (Go to work) Better than college, after that, a student's home (Student's home) At least after your bid, ain't no student loans (Nope) To pay back, jack, ask what do you condone? In towns with coke, the forty-five, a bluest chrome (Blue steel) They done juiced my dome, knock knock, are you at home? I'm Macaulay, girls call the crib and ask, "Are you alone?" Killa Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble) Uh, we race foreign cars, custom models, drop-top, mustard Tahoe (Mustard Tahoe) We like the musketeers (Yeah), trained by Cus D'amato (What else?) Just the motto, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow (Tough to swallow) Watch Sanford and Son (Who are you?), I'm like the buzz in Rollo (Rollo) Fortunado, the Porsche Apollo, whores'll follow (What else?) Got the MAC, jack, still swing swords like Zorro (Zorro) We jackin' and clappin', y'all just applaud like bravo (Bravo) Now applaud the capo (Capo), Zeek and Santana (Uh-huh) I don't raise her wrists (Wrists), I keep eighths of piff The game's a chick, I'm Kobe, I'ma rape the bitch (Rape the bitch) Razor grips, laser spit Glock cocked, J or fifth? D on the block just like Jadakiss Haters shift, plead the Fifth, spray the fifth Gator kicks, Matrix, major chips I'm your favorite, Killa (Dipset) Mami, she open, she open (Jump off?), hopin', I'm hopin' (Grab her), rope 'em and dope 'em (Oral), choke 'em and choke 'em I flip bundle to bundle Tryna double my double At the same time (At the same time, music, I bubble) But the cops say I'm (Looking for trouble)


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 104.5 BPM
Duration: 4:10
Loudness: -10.5 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Like many of the songs on If Youre Feeling Sinister, there are heavy overtones of Stuart Murdochs time spent cut off from the outside world during his long period fighting Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Most Read More Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home When the music stops Take a tip from me, don't go through the park When you're on your own, it's a long walk home Well, if they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you It's not your money that they're after, boy it's you Pure easy listening, settle down On the pillow soft when they've all gone home You can concentrate on the ones you love You can concentrate, hey now they've gone And if they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you It's not your money that they're after, boy it's you Yeah, you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain You're worth the worry, I would do the same If we all went back to another time, I will love you over I will love you over, I will love you If they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you Tenderly you turn the light out in your room If they follow you, don't look back Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 104.5 BPM
Duration: 4:10
Loudness: -10.5 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Like many of the songs on If Youre Feeling Sinister, there are heavy overtones of Stuart Murdochs time spent cut off from the outside world during his long period fighting Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Most Read More Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home When the music stops Take a tip from me, don't go through the park When you're on your own, it's a long walk home Well, if they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you It's not your money that they're after, boy it's you Pure easy listening, settle down On the pillow soft when they've all gone home You can concentrate on the ones you love You can concentrate, hey now they've gone And if they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you It's not your money that they're after, boy it's you Yeah, you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain You're worth the worry, I would do the same If we all went back to another time, I will love you over I will love you over, I will love you If they follow you, don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you Tenderly you turn the light out in your room If they follow you, don't look back Dylan in the movies On your own, if they follow you


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 108.9 BPM
Duration: 2:25
Loudness: -9.1 dB
Key: D# minor
Time Signature: 5/4

Lyrics:

Output: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 108.9 BPM
Duration: 2:25
Loudness: -9.1 dB
Key: D# minor
Time Signature: 5/4

Lyrics: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.2 BPM
Duration: 5:07
Loudness: -8.3 dB
Key: D# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: Let's go! Little darling Where you've been so long I've been out here thinking about you And the feeling's real strong Well the time has come to celebrate You and me girl so sounds great Because tonight will be alright Little darling, come on Let's take a ride To a midnight honkey tonk and set it on fire We don't want to be mad But we have to be cool You and me girl Let's break all the rules Because tonight will be alright Oh my baby, I'm going to say it again I can see us moving on Down the highway I can see us loving Till our hearts desire Anything you want to do girl You just tell me X2 Because it's alright Little darling, telling Keep me thinking about you honey My soul's on fire Well if you want me girl And the games I play Anything's alright, anything you say Because tonight will be alright Alright, baby I'll say it again Alright, alright, alright Alright baby We going to make it alright Just you and me baby, alright Say it all night...

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 125.2 BPM
Duration: 5:07
Loudness: -8.3 dB
Key: D# major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: Let's go! Little darling Where you've been so long I've been out here thinking about you And the feeling's real strong Well the time has come to celebrate You and me girl so sounds great Because tonight will be alright Little darling, come on Let's take a ride To a midnight honkey tonk and set it on fire We don't want to be mad But we have to be cool You and me girl Let's break all the rules Because tonight will be alright Oh my baby, I'm going to say it again I can see us moving on Down the highway I can see us loving Till our hearts desire Anything you want to do girl You just tell me X2 Because it's alright Little darling, telling Keep me thinking about you honey My soul's on fire Well if you want me girl And the games I play Anything's alright, anything you say Because tonight will be alright Alright, baby I'll say it again Alright, alright, alright Alright baby We going to make it alright Just you and me baby, alright Say it all night...


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 101.3 BPM
Duration: 10:59
Loudness: -12.5 dB
Key: F# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: My physical music collectionRap Music (Cds) (ordered by date) Eazy Duz It: September 13, 1988 Peoples Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm: April 17, 1990 Naughty By Nature: September 3, 1991 The Low End Theory: September 24, 1991 Mecca And The Soul Brother: June 9, 1992 Hot Sex single: June 30, 1992 The Chronic: December 15, 1992 Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.: February 16, 1993 Enter The Wu Tang: November 9, 1993 Midnight Marauders: November 9, 1993 DoggyStyle: November 23, 1993 Lеthal Injection: Decembеr 7,1993 Blunted On Reality: February 1, 1994 Hard To Earn: March 8, 1994 Above The Rim Soundtrack: March 22, 1994 Illmatic: April 19, 1994 Ready To Die: September 13, 1994 Me Against The World: March 14, 1995 The Infamous: April 25, 1995 Povertys Paradise: May 30, 1995 Only Built 4 Cuban Linx: August 1, 1995 Runnin single: October 7, 1995 Liquid Swords: November 7, 1995 All Eyez On Me: February 13, 1996 Let Me Clear My Throat single: April 1, 1996 Reasonable Doubt: June 25, 1996 Beats, Rhymes, And Life: July 30, 1996 ATLiens: August 27, 1996 Life After Death: March 25, 1997 The 6th Man: March 25, 1997 In My Lifetime Vol. 1: November 4, 1997 Big Willie Style: November 25, 1997 Capital Punishment: April 28, 1998 The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill: August 25, 1998 Mos Def and Talib Kweli Are Black Star: September 29, 1998 The Slim Shady LP: February 23, 1999 I Am: April 6, 1999 Got Your Money: August 24, 1999 Operation DOOMSDAY: September 22, 1999 Black On Both Sides: October 12, 1999 2001: November 16, 1999 The Marshall Mathers Lp: May 23, 2000 Until The End Of Time: March 27, 2001 The Blueprint: September 11, 2001 The Eminem Show: May 26, 2002 The Lost Tapes: September 23, 2002 8 Mile Soundtrack: October 29, 2002 Better Dayz: November 26, 2002 Gods Son: December 13, 2002 Get Rich Or Die Trying: February 6, 2003 The Black Album: November 14, 2003 The College Dropout: February 10, 2004 Madvillainy: March 23, 2004 Special Herbs Volume 7 8: September 21, 2004 Encore: November 12, 2004 MM..FOOD: November 16, 2004 Be: May 24, 2005 Exit 13: September 9, 2008 Born Like This: March 24, 2009 Relapse: May 15, 2009 Recovery: June 18, 2010 Watch The Throne: August 8, 2011 Good Kid mA.A.d City: October 22, 2012 To Pimp A Butterfly: March 15, 2015 Damn: April 14, 2017 Motor City: April 21, 2017 4:44: June 30, 2017 Kamikaze: August 31, 2018 Czarface Meets Metalface: March 30, 2018 KOD: April 20, 2018 One Of the Best Yet: November 1, 2019 Music To Be Murdered By: January 17, 2020 Run The Jewels 4: June 3, 2020 Music To Be Murdered By B Side: December 18th, 2020 Non Rap (Cds) Marvin Gaye Greatest Hits The Best of Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell Bob Seger Greatest Hits The Very Best of the Animals The Very Best of Creedence Clearwater Survival Ultimate Sinatra Sugarhill Gang: The Hits Hoochi Coochi Man, Muddy Waters Records Pulp Fiction Soundtrack Miles Davis Greatest Hits Porgy and Bess, Miles Davis Swing and All That Jazz Golden Piano Hits The Best of Popular Piano Concertos Motown 1s Marvin Gaye 1s The Message, Grandmaster Flash And The Furious Five A Tribe Called Quest: The Anthology People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm, ATCQ The Low End Theory: ATCQ The Essential Nas Illmatic, Nas Stillmatic, Nas Notorious Big Greatest Hits Big Poppa (single), Biggie Enter The Wu Tang (36 Chambers), Wu Tang Clan The Infamous, Mobb Deep The Score, The Fugees OPERATION DOOMSDAY, MF DOOM Madvilliany, Madvillain All Caps/Curls (single), Madvillain Madvillain 4 tet remixes MA_DOOM Son of Yvonne Donuts, J Dilla Return Of The SP 12000, Pete Rock The Chronic, Dr. Dre Doggystyle, Snoop Dogg 2pacalyspe Now, 2pac All Eyez On Me, 2pac Labcabincalifornia, The Pharcyde good kid mA.A.d city, Kendrick Lamar DAMN, Kendrick Lamar Also I bought this folder of records that are all Spanish records for like 4 dollars. There's probably about 10 78s in there

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 101.3 BPM
Duration: 10:59
Loudness: -12.5 dB
Key: F# minor
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: My physical music collectionRap Music (Cds) (ordered by date) Eazy Duz It: September 13, 1988 Peoples Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm: April 17, 1990 Naughty By Nature: September 3, 1991 The Low End Theory: September 24, 1991 Mecca And The Soul Brother: June 9, 1992 Hot Sex single: June 30, 1992 The Chronic: December 15, 1992 Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.: February 16, 1993 Enter The Wu Tang: November 9, 1993 Midnight Marauders: November 9, 1993 DoggyStyle: November 23, 1993 Lеthal Injection: Decembеr 7,1993 Blunted On Reality: February 1, 1994 Hard To Earn: March 8, 1994 Above The Rim Soundtrack: March 22, 1994 Illmatic: April 19, 1994 Ready To Die: September 13, 1994 Me Against The World: March 14, 1995 The Infamous: April 25, 1995 Povertys Paradise: May 30, 1995 Only Built 4 Cuban Linx: August 1, 1995 Runnin single: October 7, 1995 Liquid Swords: November 7, 1995 All Eyez On Me: February 13, 1996 Let Me Clear My Throat single: April 1, 1996 Reasonable Doubt: June 25, 1996 Beats, Rhymes, And Life: July 30, 1996 ATLiens: August 27, 1996 Life After Death: March 25, 1997 The 6th Man: March 25, 1997 In My Lifetime Vol. 1: November 4, 1997 Big Willie Style: November 25, 1997 Capital Punishment: April 28, 1998 The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill: August 25, 1998 Mos Def and Talib Kweli Are Black Star: September 29, 1998 The Slim Shady LP: February 23, 1999 I Am: April 6, 1999 Got Your Money: August 24, 1999 Operation DOOMSDAY: September 22, 1999 Black On Both Sides: October 12, 1999 2001: November 16, 1999 The Marshall Mathers Lp: May 23, 2000 Until The End Of Time: March 27, 2001 The Blueprint: September 11, 2001 The Eminem Show: May 26, 2002 The Lost Tapes: September 23, 2002 8 Mile Soundtrack: October 29, 2002 Better Dayz: November 26, 2002 Gods Son: December 13, 2002 Get Rich Or Die Trying: February 6, 2003 The Black Album: November 14, 2003 The College Dropout: February 10, 2004 Madvillainy: March 23, 2004 Special Herbs Volume 7 8: September 21, 2004 Encore: November 12, 2004 MM..FOOD: November 16, 2004 Be: May 24, 2005 Exit 13: September 9, 2008 Born Like This: March 24, 2009 Relapse: May 15, 2009 Recovery: June 18, 2010 Watch The Throne: August 8, 2011 Good Kid mA.A.d City: October 22, 2012 To Pimp A Butterfly: March 15, 2015 Damn: April 14, 2017 Motor City: April 21, 2017 4:44: June 30, 2017 Kamikaze: August 31, 2018 Czarface Meets Metalface: March 30, 2018 KOD: April 20, 2018 One Of the Best Yet: November 1, 2019 Music To Be Murdered By: January 17, 2020 Run The Jewels 4: June 3, 2020 Music To Be Murdered By B Side: December 18th, 2020 Non Rap (Cds) Marvin Gaye Greatest Hits The Best of Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell Bob Seger Greatest Hits The Very Best of the Animals The Very Best of Creedence Clearwater Survival Ultimate Sinatra Sugarhill Gang: The Hits Hoochi Coochi Man, Muddy Waters Records Pulp Fiction Soundtrack Miles Davis Greatest Hits Porgy and Bess, Miles Davis Swing and All That Jazz Golden Piano Hits The Best of Popular Piano Concertos Motown 1s Marvin Gaye 1s The Message, Grandmaster Flash And The Furious Five A Tribe Called Quest: The Anthology People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm, ATCQ The Low End Theory: ATCQ The Essential Nas Illmatic, Nas Stillmatic, Nas Notorious Big Greatest Hits Big Poppa (single), Biggie Enter The Wu Tang (36 Chambers), Wu Tang Clan The Infamous, Mobb Deep The Score, The Fugees OPERATION DOOMSDAY, MF DOOM Madvilliany, Madvillain All Caps/Curls (single), Madvillain Madvillain 4 tet remixes MA_DOOM Son of Yvonne Donuts, J Dilla Return Of The SP 12000, Pete Rock The Chronic, Dr. Dre Doggystyle, Snoop Dogg 2pacalyspe Now, 2pac All Eyez On Me, 2pac Labcabincalifornia, The Pharcyde good kid mA.A.d city, Kendrick Lamar DAMN, Kendrick Lamar Also I bought this folder of records that are all Spanish records for like 4 dollars. There's probably about 10 78s in there


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 159.8 BPM
Duration: 3:25
Loudness: -5.8 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Nah no mercy I need to make a special call, hand me the telephone And when me call, me can't get no dial tone Nah no mercy Me just buy mi house a love zone Anyway, hey! Excuse, pass mi cellular phone Make me call Antoinette or Simone Hey! Tell dem no move a muscle I'm comin' home to take a trip down inna dem love zone Hey! Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone We use Brush, brush we shoes, and fling 'way Stone So tell the man dem, "Leave that alone!" Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal want loving and dem want the romance And if you no give dem, dem gonna carry vengance Gyal inna mi bed deh pon a love sentence You see the big bamboo yah me take block dem entrance Gyal want a man, you know me deh yah instant Natural as me born, no under not a substance Excellent and talented, me don't unbalanced I nah drop off like the guy, Jack Palance Gyal, a me got the fuel fi light up your lamp And got the water fi pour inna your tank When the heat start, the gyal a search fi hydrant A scream and a bawl say, "the belly bottom cramp" Me haffi send Toddler go call the ambulance Me a the only soldier weh inna her camp, gyal From it's love, me don't romp Well! Big and fat, weigh five hundred pounds Well, the Killer gonna break you down Lawd The gyal bring the whole of country come a town A say she waan fi wear Killer's crown But! Gyal a bawl "Help!" just like dem a drown When me start select dem sound Romance is the name of mi cologne And me just buy house a love zone Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal a make noise like a giant alarm Gyal waan fi run when fi mi engine turn on Mi three teeth fork me take and plough up her farm Plant mi banana, and sink fi mi corn Whole heap of hungry-belly pickney deh yah a yawn Non-stop work, it's just on and on Gyal inna mi house pon love sentence remand Blow like hurricane, and spring water like storm A find excuse a say, "One o'clock gone" And, "Wha' she a go tell her mother say inna di morn'?" Me nah stop work because pickney shall born You shouldn't find yourself inna mi palm Well! Hand me my phone Make me call Jacqueline or Simone Hey! Tell dem no move no muscle Killer coming home to take a trip down inna the love zone Hey! Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone I use Brush, brush my shoes, I fling 'way Stone So tell the man dem, "Leave that alone!" Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal want the loving and want the romance And if them no...

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 159.8 BPM
Duration: 3:25
Loudness: -5.8 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Nah no mercy I need to make a special call, hand me the telephone And when me call, me can't get no dial tone Nah no mercy Me just buy mi house a love zone Anyway, hey! Excuse, pass mi cellular phone Make me call Antoinette or Simone Hey! Tell dem no move a muscle I'm comin' home to take a trip down inna dem love zone Hey! Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone We use Brush, brush we shoes, and fling 'way Stone So tell the man dem, "Leave that alone!" Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal want loving and dem want the romance And if you no give dem, dem gonna carry vengance Gyal inna mi bed deh pon a love sentence You see the big bamboo yah me take block dem entrance Gyal want a man, you know me deh yah instant Natural as me born, no under not a substance Excellent and talented, me don't unbalanced I nah drop off like the guy, Jack Palance Gyal, a me got the fuel fi light up your lamp And got the water fi pour inna your tank When the heat start, the gyal a search fi hydrant A scream and a bawl say, "the belly bottom cramp" Me haffi send Toddler go call the ambulance Me a the only soldier weh inna her camp, gyal From it's love, me don't romp Well! Big and fat, weigh five hundred pounds Well, the Killer gonna break you down Lawd The gyal bring the whole of country come a town A say she waan fi wear Killer's crown But! Gyal a bawl "Help!" just like dem a drown When me start select dem sound Romance is the name of mi cologne And me just buy house a love zone Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal a make noise like a giant alarm Gyal waan fi run when fi mi engine turn on Mi three teeth fork me take and plough up her farm Plant mi banana, and sink fi mi corn Whole heap of hungry-belly pickney deh yah a yawn Non-stop work, it's just on and on Gyal inna mi house pon love sentence remand Blow like hurricane, and spring water like storm A find excuse a say, "One o'clock gone" And, "Wha' she a go tell her mother say inna di morn'?" Me nah stop work because pickney shall born You shouldn't find yourself inna mi palm Well! Hand me my phone Make me call Jacqueline or Simone Hey! Tell dem no move no muscle Killer coming home to take a trip down inna the love zone Hey! Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone I use Brush, brush my shoes, I fling 'way Stone So tell the man dem, "Leave that alone!" Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic Gyal get the performance, and then astonished And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic Well! Gyal want the loving and want the romance And if them no...


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.3 BPM
Duration: 2:53
Loudness: -11.8 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics:

Output: Please don't tell me If you're not real Let me keep feelin' The way I feel I'm bubblin' over With joy supreme And if I'm dreamin' A-just let me dream A-please don't wake me If I'm asleep Just give the angels My soul to keep I'll feel so happy If I could speak And if I'm dreamin' Just let me dream My heart is jumpin' Up and down the street If-a this ain't love It's the next best thing So keep on doin' What your doin' to me If I'm your prisoner Don't set me free Your red hot kisses Warm me like steam And so if I'm dreamin' Just let me dream So keep on doin' What your doin' to me If I'm your prisoner Don't set me free Your red hot kisses Warm me like steam So if I'm dreamin' A-just let me dream Just let me dream

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 124.3 BPM
Duration: 2:53
Loudness: -11.8 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 1/4

Lyrics: Please don't tell me If you're not real Let me keep feelin' The way I feel I'm bubblin' over With joy supreme And if I'm dreamin' A-just let me dream A-please don't wake me If I'm asleep Just give the angels My soul to keep I'll feel so happy If I could speak And if I'm dreamin' Just let me dream My heart is jumpin' Up and down the street If-a this ain't love It's the next best thing So keep on doin' What your doin' to me If I'm your prisoner Don't set me free Your red hot kisses Warm me like steam And so if I'm dreamin' Just let me dream So keep on doin' What your doin' to me If I'm your prisoner Don't set me free Your red hot kisses Warm me like steam So if I'm dreamin' A-just let me dream Just let me dream


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 196.0 BPM
Duration: 4:41
Loudness: -10.7 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: English House is the longest and most obviously rock songs, which comprises the EPs rising action and reveal more of Fleet Foxes' range. It is a graceful downward rush of guitars and percussion, with a Read More You go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton A country house, a liar and a louse live there And go with your arms held wide Happiness in your eyes, convincing And stay the night, turn out every light you see And lay them down buried in the ground for me Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa... The tongues of the creatures wait Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa...

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 196.0 BPM
Duration: 4:41
Loudness: -10.7 dB
Key: G# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: English House is the longest and most obviously rock songs, which comprises the EPs rising action and reveal more of Fleet Foxes' range. It is a graceful downward rush of guitars and percussion, with a Read More You go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton A country house, a liar and a louse live there And go with your arms held wide Happiness in your eyes, convincing And stay the night, turn out every light you see And lay them down buried in the ground for me Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa... The tongues of the creatures wait Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa...


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 162.0 BPM
Duration: 4:06
Loudness: -15.0 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 162.0 BPM
Duration: 4:06
Loudness: -15.0 dB
Key: C# minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: فايق عليي فايق عليي نحنا اللي كنا بهاك العلية نبقى نلعب بالقناطر وقت الشتوية We don't have to hide And we don't have to run And we don't, can't get high High off, like you're mine I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Tonight, tonight I want the best for you I hope you get all the love And all the shine You always wanted all the time Oh yeah


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 86.4 BPM
Duration: 2:56
Loudness: -10.8 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: I got a new way of walking, new way of talking Since the Holy Ghost took control I got a new way of praying, a new way of saying Thank God, I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new born soul Since the Comforter made me whole My hands look new, my feet did too My head got wet in the midnight dew But oh, all I know, thank the Lord I've got a new born soul I got a new way of preaching, a new way of teaching Since the Holy Ghost took control Souls are winning, a new beginning Thank the Lord, I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new, new born soul Since the Comforter made me whole My hands look new, my feet did too My head got wet in the midnight dew But oh, all I know, thank God I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new, new born soul Thank the Lord, I've got a new born soul

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 86.4 BPM
Duration: 2:56
Loudness: -10.8 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: I got a new way of walking, new way of talking Since the Holy Ghost took control I got a new way of praying, a new way of saying Thank God, I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new born soul Since the Comforter made me whole My hands look new, my feet did too My head got wet in the midnight dew But oh, all I know, thank the Lord I've got a new born soul I got a new way of preaching, a new way of teaching Since the Holy Ghost took control Souls are winning, a new beginning Thank the Lord, I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new, new born soul Since the Comforter made me whole My hands look new, my feet did too My head got wet in the midnight dew But oh, all I know, thank God I've got a new born soul I've got a new born soul Since the Holy Ghost took control I've got a new, new born soul Thank the Lord, I've got a new born soul


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 98.0 BPM
Duration: 3:45
Loudness: -6.9 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Saturday is the third single off of twenty one pilots' album, Scaled And Icy. It is frontman Tyler Josephs first collaboration with producer Greg Kurstin, who has won multiple Grammys for working with the Read More Slow down on Monday Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Lose my sense a time or two Weeks feel like days Medicate in the afternoon And I just want to know; Have you lost your footing, too? I just pray that I'm not losing you Catch me floatin' circles in my fishbowl Keep things fresh She said that I should change my clothes I exaggerate the life we used to know, oh, oh Slow down on Monday Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Ooh, you're good These are my dancin' shoes We paint the town Ooh, you're good Thought I would dance with you Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town (Feelin' great) Life moves slow on the ocean floor (Feelin' great) I can't feel the waves anymore Did the tide forget to move? I just pray that I'm not losin' you Catch me floatin' circles in my fishbowl Keep things fresh She said that I should change my clothes I exaggerate the life we used to know, oh, yeah Workin' on music? Yeah I-I'll just go to bed, I'm tired I wanna watch 'Friends' with you Oh, if you feel like you have time to do a song or you're inspired You should just go for it (Oh) Slow down on Monday (Yeah, yeah) Not a sound on Wednesday Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da We paint the, on Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 98.0 BPM
Duration: 3:45
Loudness: -6.9 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Saturday is the third single off of twenty one pilots' album, Scaled And Icy. It is frontman Tyler Josephs first collaboration with producer Greg Kurstin, who has won multiple Grammys for working with the Read More Slow down on Monday Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Lose my sense a time or two Weeks feel like days Medicate in the afternoon And I just want to know; Have you lost your footing, too? I just pray that I'm not losing you Catch me floatin' circles in my fishbowl Keep things fresh She said that I should change my clothes I exaggerate the life we used to know, oh, oh Slow down on Monday Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Ooh, you're good These are my dancin' shoes We paint the town Ooh, you're good Thought I would dance with you Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town (Feelin' great) Life moves slow on the ocean floor (Feelin' great) I can't feel the waves anymore Did the tide forget to move? I just pray that I'm not losin' you Catch me floatin' circles in my fishbowl Keep things fresh She said that I should change my clothes I exaggerate the life we used to know, oh, yeah Workin' on music? Yeah I-I'll just go to bed, I'm tired I wanna watch 'Friends' with you Oh, if you feel like you have time to do a song or you're inspired You should just go for it (Oh) Slow down on Monday (Yeah, yeah) Not a sound on Wednesday Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday We paint the town Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da We paint the, on Might get loud (Ayy) on Friday But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 150.1 BPM
Duration: 5:23
Loudness: -4.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Glass shattering Screaming No Stabbing sound Her eyes opened After that terrible night Would she ever be the same? A revelation of her own demise No one left but herself to blame Her silence only fueled the flame And now the angels have lost their wings In daddy's playground Nothing is what it seems This was the last time That he'd see her That he'd touch her That he'd make his little girl Scream out loud I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny He came to her Through the window again The fan blowing to hide the noise No hesitation from the devil inside Everyone he touched was destroyed His madness only fueled the flame And now the angels Have lost their wings In daddy's playground Nothing is what it seems This was the last time That he'd see her That he'd touch her That he'd make his little girl scream out loud I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny Time to walk with me Time to walk with me Time to die Let me take you somewhere secluded Where only the trees can see If I can't have you, no one will Didn't you know it was always me? Your flame now burned out You were daddy's little girl Flame now burned out Oh god, what have I done? Oh god, what have I done?

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 150.1 BPM
Duration: 5:23
Loudness: -4.2 dB
Key: G major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Glass shattering Screaming No Stabbing sound Her eyes opened After that terrible night Would she ever be the same? A revelation of her own demise No one left but herself to blame Her silence only fueled the flame And now the angels have lost their wings In daddy's playground Nothing is what it seems This was the last time That he'd see her That he'd touch her That he'd make his little girl Scream out loud I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny He came to her Through the window again The fan blowing to hide the noise No hesitation from the devil inside Everyone he touched was destroyed His madness only fueled the flame And now the angels Have lost their wings In daddy's playground Nothing is what it seems This was the last time That he'd see her That he'd touch her That he'd make his little girl scream out loud I'm gonna pound you into oblivion I will make you fucking bleed There is no escaping me This is your destiny Time to walk with me Time to walk with me Time to die Let me take you somewhere secluded Where only the trees can see If I can't have you, no one will Didn't you know it was always me? Your flame now burned out You were daddy's little girl Flame now burned out Oh god, what have I done? Oh god, what have I done?


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 130.1 BPM
Duration: 3:44
Loudness: -4.0 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: (Kardinal Offishall) Light it up, everybody Light it up, fi Kardinal Light it up, everybody Light it up (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Kardinal! She's just my part time lover Pretty little thing Nothin i would ever think about givin no ring Nothin but a pretty little overnight fling Even though she wanna be the queen to my king She ain't nothin but a work for my ginseng Someone I would use to buss mi backspring She woulda be numba one at the badda bing Bad man nah go badda wid di wife wife ting She gotta know she's the girl on the side On the left are the rest numba 2 on my mind There no way she could be my girl And she's steady tryin to come into my world (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Yow, She's just my trophy piece Mi hot hot gal Never ever woulda call her Mrs. Offishall Never ever woulda bring her around my fam She'd be cryin on the phone but she knows who i am I'm Mr. Kardinal Voice to the people Black J's family and verses are lethal I dont have time for the play play She a good chick yo but i'm married to the game Married to the fame, related to the paper Tryin to get my name put upon a skyscraper There's no way she could be my wife But she's steady tryin to come into my life (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on (i ain't going nowhere) I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 Those other girls ain't nothing like me.(done know Keri) Just give me the chance and boy you will see that I'm not the kind of girl who just gets down like that Oh no (Kardinal Offishall) On the real I ain't gonna front Your the fox to a lotta hound dogs on the hunt You the push to a lotta cush rolled in the blunt You the hottest in the dance but you ain't what i want I'm a business man tryin to get the business Just tryin to walk out you physical fitness There's no way you could get that ring But i hear all the hottie hotties in the place sing (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on(the tide is high baby) I'm gonna be your numba 1 (numba 1) Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 (i'm gonna be your) Numba 1 (numba 1) Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Kardinal, Keri Hilson, Linda P Light it up, everybody Light it up (music fades)

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 130.1 BPM
Duration: 3:44
Loudness: -4.0 dB
Key: B minor
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: (Kardinal Offishall) Light it up, everybody Light it up, fi Kardinal Light it up, everybody Light it up (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Kardinal! She's just my part time lover Pretty little thing Nothin i would ever think about givin no ring Nothin but a pretty little overnight fling Even though she wanna be the queen to my king She ain't nothin but a work for my ginseng Someone I would use to buss mi backspring She woulda be numba one at the badda bing Bad man nah go badda wid di wife wife ting She gotta know she's the girl on the side On the left are the rest numba 2 on my mind There no way she could be my girl And she's steady tryin to come into my world (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Yow, She's just my trophy piece Mi hot hot gal Never ever woulda call her Mrs. Offishall Never ever woulda bring her around my fam She'd be cryin on the phone but she knows who i am I'm Mr. Kardinal Voice to the people Black J's family and verses are lethal I dont have time for the play play She a good chick yo but i'm married to the game Married to the fame, related to the paper Tryin to get my name put upon a skyscraper There's no way she could be my wife But she's steady tryin to come into my life (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on (i ain't going nowhere) I'm gonna be your numba 1 Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 Those other girls ain't nothing like me.(done know Keri) Just give me the chance and boy you will see that I'm not the kind of girl who just gets down like that Oh no (Kardinal Offishall) On the real I ain't gonna front Your the fox to a lotta hound dogs on the hunt You the push to a lotta cush rolled in the blunt You the hottest in the dance but you ain't what i want I'm a business man tryin to get the business Just tryin to walk out you physical fitness There's no way you could get that ring But i hear all the hottie hotties in the place sing (Keri Hilson) The tide is high but I'm holding on(the tide is high baby) I'm gonna be your numba 1 (numba 1) Numba 1 Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 (i'm gonna be your) Numba 1 (numba 1) Nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Kardinal, Keri Hilson, Linda P Light it up, everybody Light it up (music fades)


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 113.4 BPM
Duration: 3:37
Loudness: -7.6 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Beneath the shade We want to show you Billy is safe Cool as the holy ghost What do we hate Give back the shows Billy is sane Cool as the holy holy ghost Release the shade We aren't no suckers Billy is safe Cool as the holy ghost What do we hate Give back the shows Billy is safe Cool as the holy holy ghost

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 113.4 BPM
Duration: 3:37
Loudness: -7.6 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Beneath the shade We want to show you Billy is safe Cool as the holy ghost What do we hate Give back the shows Billy is sane Cool as the holy holy ghost Release the shade We aren't no suckers Billy is safe Cool as the holy ghost What do we hate Give back the shows Billy is safe Cool as the holy holy ghost


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 128.0 BPM
Duration: 9:49
Loudness: -15.5 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: I saw a picture yesterday You know the one, we were laughing in the rain Remember how it used to be Remember when you were still in love with me But you turned away And I start to cry I'm lost without your love And I won't survive Don't leave me alone tonight I'm lost without your love and I won't survive I can't believe that we are through Is it someone else? Have ya found somebody new? Cuz I die inside everytime I close my eyes And imagine myself living without you But you turned away And I start to cry I'm lost without your love And I won't survive Don't leave me Alone tonight I'm lost without your love And I won't survive

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 128.0 BPM
Duration: 9:49
Loudness: -15.5 dB
Key: C major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: I saw a picture yesterday You know the one, we were laughing in the rain Remember how it used to be Remember when you were still in love with me But you turned away And I start to cry I'm lost without your love And I won't survive Don't leave me alone tonight I'm lost without your love and I won't survive I can't believe that we are through Is it someone else? Have ya found somebody new? Cuz I die inside everytime I close my eyes And imagine myself living without you But you turned away And I start to cry I'm lost without your love And I won't survive Don't leave me Alone tonight I'm lost without your love And I won't survive


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 201.3 BPM
Duration: 2:53
Loudness: -5.5 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Stabbing, hacking Twisting the knife Crushing, killing Reaping of life Covered in entrails Reeking of death Eyes of a demon Flesh of mortal man Tearing the flesh Annihilate the enemy Bodies torn in half Agonizing butchery Dead now ablaze Burning for the god's to see Into the flame Sacrifice humanity Brutalized and pulverized Blood pours from your soul Stabbing, hacking Twisting the knife Crushing, killing Reaping of life Covered in entrails Reeking of death Eyes of a demon Flesh of mortal man Blood for the slaughtergod Taking skulls that will build its throne Massacre with no remorse Rendering flesh from bone

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 201.3 BPM
Duration: 2:53
Loudness: -5.5 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Stabbing, hacking Twisting the knife Crushing, killing Reaping of life Covered in entrails Reeking of death Eyes of a demon Flesh of mortal man Tearing the flesh Annihilate the enemy Bodies torn in half Agonizing butchery Dead now ablaze Burning for the god's to see Into the flame Sacrifice humanity Brutalized and pulverized Blood pours from your soul Stabbing, hacking Twisting the knife Crushing, killing Reaping of life Covered in entrails Reeking of death Eyes of a demon Flesh of mortal man Blood for the slaughtergod Taking skulls that will build its throne Massacre with no remorse Rendering flesh from bone


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 102.8 BPM
Duration: 4:11
Loudness: -10.1 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Featuring Leaders of the New School, Scenario is one of the most celebrated posse cuts of all-time and the second one featured on the groups second LP The Low End Theory, aside from Show Business. The Read More Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) And Bo knows that (What?) But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move-fakin' Gots to get the loot, so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say, "The Tribe can't flow" But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short, dark, and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go Sit back, relax, and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!), real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!) Inside, outside, come around (Who's that?) Broooown! So may I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates Contact! Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip With a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin' New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow? We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex Next it's the textbook, old to the new But the rest are doo-doo From radio to the video, to Arsenio Tell me, yo, what's the scenario? (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenarios, radios, rates more than four Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an L-ah, an -eader! Simply just a leader Base in the space means peace, see you later Later (Later!) Later, alligator Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her So, yo, the D, what, the O Incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh Yo, how'd that sound? (Oooh!) It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!) Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime, so I ain't no criminal! I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test the water, little kid Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and you had to smack Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear (You know I did it) So don't violate or you'll get violated The hip hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario: Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon! Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine Vocabulary's necessary when diggin' into my library Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh, uh Ugh, ugh, ugh! All over the track, man Ugh, pardon me, ugh! As I come back! As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers, 'cause your pants are saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin' Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on time (Time!) Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (Yeah, my man, motherfucker) So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 102.8 BPM
Duration: 4:11
Loudness: -10.1 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Featuring Leaders of the New School, Scenario is one of the most celebrated posse cuts of all-time and the second one featured on the groups second LP The Low End Theory, aside from Show Business. The Read More Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Ayo, Bo knows this (What?) And Bo knows that (What?) But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap Well, what do you know? The Di-Dawg is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move-fakin' Gots to get the loot, so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say, "The Tribe can't flow" But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe, so Sleep if you want, Nytol will help you get your Z's, troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short, dark, and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin', I've had it up to here My days of payin' dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (Yeah!) Head for the border, go get a taco Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meanin' from the get-go Sit back, relax, and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know Yes, yes, y'all! (Yes, y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe, y'all! (Tribe, y'all!), real live, y'all! (Live, y'all!) Inside, outside, come around (Who's that?) Broooown! So may I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Lay back on the payback, evolve, rotate the gates Contact! Can I get a hit? (Hit!) Boom bip With a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin', rippin', and rompin' New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow-how-now-wow, how now, Brown cow? We're ill 'til the skill gets down for the flex Next it's the textbook, old to the new But the rest are doo-doo From radio to the video, to Arsenio Tell me, yo, what's the scenario? (True, blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenarios, radios, rates more than four Scores for the s'mores that smother dance floors Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore Ship-shape, crushed grapes, apes that play tapes Papes make drakes baked for the wakes Of an L-ah, an -eader! Simply just a leader Base in the space means peace, see you later Later (Later!) Later, alligator Pop blows the weasel and the urge to inflate her So, yo, the D, what, the O Incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped, flat back, first this, foul, fight, fight, fight, laugh Yo, how'd that sound? (Oooh!) It's a Leader-Quest mission and we got the goods here (Here!) Never on the left, 'cause my right's my good ear (Ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime, so I ain't no criminal! I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test the water, little kid Yo, Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell 'em what I did I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and you had to smack Causin' rambunction throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear (You know I did it) So don't violate or you'll get violated The hip hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on a played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario: Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come, rewind Powerful impact (Boom!) from the cannon! Not braggin', tryna read my mind, just imagine Vocabulary's necessary when diggin' into my library Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Eatin' Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh, uh Ugh, ugh, ugh! All over the track, man Ugh, pardon me, ugh! As I come back! As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon When I travel through the town, I roll with the squadron Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers, 'cause your pants are saggin' Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban And have you smellin' rank like some old, stale urine Chickity Choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks, they were kickin' Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme The rhythm is in sync (Uh!), the rhymes are on time (Time!) Rippin' up the sound just like Horatio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario Here we go, yo, here we go, yo (Yeah, my man, motherfucker) So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go, yo, here we go, yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario?


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 167.5 BPM
Duration: 4:30
Loudness: -15.8 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through I don't have the words to tell You how I feel I just don't know what I can say I'm not worthy to speak Your Holy Name Yet You tell me You love me just the same Here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through I never thought that it could be this way And I never thought I'd be the one But You found me dying in my sin And You looked at me with love that took me in And here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through For the things He's brought us through

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 167.5 BPM
Duration: 4:30
Loudness: -15.8 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through I don't have the words to tell You how I feel I just don't know what I can say I'm not worthy to speak Your Holy Name Yet You tell me You love me just the same Here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through I never thought that it could be this way And I never thought I'd be the one But You found me dying in my sin And You looked at me with love that took me in And here we are in Your presence Lifting holy hands to You Here we are praising Jesus For the things He's brought us through For the things He's brought us through


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 100.8 BPM
Duration: 4:07
Loudness: -15.1 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: The type of song Genius was invented for a pop culture reference-heavy number from (arguably) the groups best album that ranks among their greatest songs Shadrach is Track 13 on Pauls Boutique Read More Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes, well, a man can play Music for all, but not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby Meyers (Wow) If not for my vices, and my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak Get even like Steven (Even) like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman (Newman) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shad) (Oh, never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Like Jerry Lee Swaggart or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (Say what?) The popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin', yeah Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes (Being very proud of bein' emcees) And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do? Hell no! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 100.8 BPM
Duration: 4:07
Loudness: -15.1 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: The type of song Genius was invented for a pop culture reference-heavy number from (arguably) the groups best album that ranks among their greatest songs Shadrach is Track 13 on Pauls Boutique Read More Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes, well, a man can play Music for all, but not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby Meyers (Wow) If not for my vices, and my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak Get even like Steven (Even) like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! (You know) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Hey, hey Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-yeah, hmm Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman (Newman) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shad) (Oh, never gonna let 'em say that I don't love you) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego) Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is Yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Like Jerry Lee Swaggart or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (Say what?) The popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin', yeah Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes (Being very proud of bein' emcees) And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do? Hell no! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego! Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (-no) Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shad Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey Ah-ha-yeah-hey


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Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 93.0 BPM
Duration: 2:05
Loudness: -9.4 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics:

Output: I hope you can see what I can see I hope you can hear what I can hear Because it's not easy Because it's not easy I hope you can feel what I can feel I hope you believe what I believe Because I feel lonely Because I'm so lonely I don't wanna go home, I still can recall All the days in Form 4 we played in our school Now I stay in Mei Foo, but where are you? Leo, where are you? I hope you can taste what I can taste I hope you can think what I can think Because I'm so crazy Because I'm so crazy Cause I know you know what I don't know I know you can think what I can't think Because you are special Because you're so special How I wish you were here, so I called your home But your mom said that you've gone somewhere I have never heard before, why didn't you call me When you leave here? And all the things changed After we repeated A year in school

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 93.0 BPM
Duration: 2:05
Loudness: -9.4 dB
Key: D major
Time Signature: 3/4

Lyrics: I hope you can see what I can see I hope you can hear what I can hear Because it's not easy Because it's not easy I hope you can feel what I can feel I hope you believe what I believe Because I feel lonely Because I'm so lonely I don't wanna go home, I still can recall All the days in Form 4 we played in our school Now I stay in Mei Foo, but where are you? Leo, where are you? I hope you can taste what I can taste I hope you can think what I can think Because I'm so crazy Because I'm so crazy Cause I know you know what I don't know I know you can think what I can't think Because you are special Because you're so special How I wish you were here, so I called your home But your mom said that you've gone somewhere I have never heard before, why didn't you call me When you leave here? And all the things changed After we repeated A year in school


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 100.3 BPM
Duration: 2:58
Loudness: -24.1 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: I walked from Dallas, I walked to Witchita Falls I say I walked from Dallas, I walked to Witchita Falls After I lost my sugar, that was no walk at all Women see you comin', man, go get their rocker chair Women see you comin', go get their rocker chair "I wanna fool this man and make out he's welcome here" So cold in China, the birds can hardly sing So cold in Chinee, birds can hardly sing You didn't make me mad 'til you soak my diamond ring Hey, mama, mama, papa, papa 'deed double do love you, doggone it Somebodys talkin' to you, mama, papa 'deed double do love you What you cryin' 'bout, sugar? Papa don't care what you do I know my baby, she gon' jump and shout I say I know my baby, she gon' jump and shout When she gets the letter, Lemon has wrote "I'm two days out" Tell me what's thе matter? I can't get no mail Would you tell mе what's the matter? Papa Lemon can't get no mail Mama dreamt last night, son, a black cat's crossed your trail I got up this morning, the blues all 'round my bed I got up this morning, the blues all 'round my bed Fixing to eat my breakfast, and the blues all in my bread

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 100.3 BPM
Duration: 2:58
Loudness: -24.1 dB
Key: C# major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: I walked from Dallas, I walked to Witchita Falls I say I walked from Dallas, I walked to Witchita Falls After I lost my sugar, that was no walk at all Women see you comin', man, go get their rocker chair Women see you comin', go get their rocker chair "I wanna fool this man and make out he's welcome here" So cold in China, the birds can hardly sing So cold in Chinee, birds can hardly sing You didn't make me mad 'til you soak my diamond ring Hey, mama, mama, papa, papa 'deed double do love you, doggone it Somebodys talkin' to you, mama, papa 'deed double do love you What you cryin' 'bout, sugar? Papa don't care what you do I know my baby, she gon' jump and shout I say I know my baby, she gon' jump and shout When she gets the letter, Lemon has wrote "I'm two days out" Tell me what's thе matter? I can't get no mail Would you tell mе what's the matter? Papa Lemon can't get no mail Mama dreamt last night, son, a black cat's crossed your trail I got up this morning, the blues all 'round my bed I got up this morning, the blues all 'round my bed Fixing to eat my breakfast, and the blues all in my bread


Input:
Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 170.9 BPM
Duration: 3:34
Loudness: -10.7 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics:

Output: Two men sittin' in straight back chairs Feet propped up on the railin' Sittin' in front of the country store Discussin' how the crops were failin' About that time a car drove by With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker Well, that must be the man been courtin' Abell He's somethin' of a city slicker (Ah, you can tell just in the way he's drivin' that car) Do you reckon he's goin' up to see Abell? You know her daddy went to Maben this day And her momma's been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa Ain't nobody home that way (Ha, ha, 'cept Abell) Now, I don't mean nothin' by what I say But if you won't say it, I can She ain't got no bid'ness alone With that Ace Insurance man (Why they's just no tellin' what might happen) People ought to keep an eye on they're kids You remember 'bout Abby McGuinness Why't like't killed her ma when she found out about it Course, I know it ain't none of my bid'ness But uh, well, if it was me, but if it was me Well, It might be too late and it would be a pity Better call up the sheriff in Calhoun City And have the preacher organize a 'vestigatin' committee To see what's goin' on (Yes, sir, and we better hurry) Tearin' down the road in a pickup truck With Begley out takin' the lead Followed by a tractor and a half-lame mule Dust flyin' as they picked up speed Faces beamin' goodness and their jaw's set hard Good people just doin' what's right And off in the distance was Abell's house And there wasn't a soul in sight Aw, I coulda told you (Oh, I just knew it) Now, the gravel was flyin' as they turned the bend And screeched to a grindin' halt They went through the fence, into the flower bed And hit Pa's first prize hog in the head And left half a dozen Mama's chickens for dead But it wasn't nobody's fault Oh, look at Harvey's prize hog And all of them darlin' old grown bad chickens (We got more important things to tend to, boy) I wonder if they're covered? Committee bounded on the front porch To meet the enemy face to face When Abell yelled at 'em through the screen door "Y'all messed up my Daddy's place" In her hand she waved a policy Said with a Mona Lisa grin "Well, y'all timed that one just about right 'Cause Ace done struck again, a-heh"

Generate lyrics for a song with these characteristics:
Tempo: 170.9 BPM
Duration: 3:34
Loudness: -10.7 dB
Key: A major
Time Signature: 4/4

Lyrics: Two men sittin' in straight back chairs Feet propped up on the railin' Sittin' in front of the country store Discussin' how the crops were failin' About that time a car drove by With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker Well, that must be the man been courtin' Abell He's somethin' of a city slicker (Ah, you can tell just in the way he's drivin' that car) Do you reckon he's goin' up to see Abell? You know her daddy went to Maben this day And her momma's been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa Ain't nobody home that way (Ha, ha, 'cept Abell) Now, I don't mean nothin' by what I say But if you won't say it, I can She ain't got no bid'ness alone With that Ace Insurance man (Why they's just no tellin' what might happen) People ought to keep an eye on they're kids You remember 'bout Abby McGuinness Why't like't killed her ma when she found out about it Course, I know it ain't none of my bid'ness But uh, well, if it was me, but if it was me Well, It might be too late and it would be a pity Better call up the sheriff in Calhoun City And have the preacher organize a 'vestigatin' committee To see what's goin' on (Yes, sir, and we better hurry) Tearin' down the road in a pickup truck With Begley out takin' the lead Followed by a tractor and a half-lame mule Dust flyin' as they picked up speed Faces beamin' goodness and their jaw's set hard Good people just doin' what's right And off in the distance was Abell's house And there wasn't a soul in sight Aw, I coulda told you (Oh, I just knew it) Now, the gravel was flyin' as they turned the bend And screeched to a grindin' halt They went through the fence, into the flower bed And hit Pa's first prize hog in the head And left half a dozen Mama's chickens for dead But it wasn't nobody's fault Oh, look at Harvey's prize hog And all of them darlin' old grown bad chickens (We got more important things to tend to, boy) I wonder if they're covered? Committee bounded on the front porch To meet the enemy face to face When Abell yelled at 'em through the screen door "Y'all messed up my Daddy's place" In her hand she waved a policy Said with a Mona Lisa grin "Well, y'all timed that one just about right 'Cause Ace done struck again, a-heh"