aimusic.one

(Verse 1)
In the heart of Portland, where the rain softly falls,
There's a basement dweller, quietly cranking their hog.
Surrounded by vinyl, in a low-light monologue,
Finding peace in the rhythm, a hidden epilogue.

(Chorus)
Cranking my hog, in my own special way,
Beneath the bustling city, where I lay.
With posters on the walls, and a nostalgic fog,
My basement refuge, cranking my hog.

(Verse 2)
Through the seasons, with the drizzle and the fog,
The beats keep spinning, a daily catalogue.
In my underground haven, away from the smog,
Life's simple pleasures, cranking my hog.


(Chorus)
Cranking my hog, beneath the city's façade,
In a world of my own, uniquely odd.
With the rain as my companion, in a perpetual jog,
I find my truth, cranking my hog.

(Outro)
So here's to the eccentric souls, in the Portland fog.

With a turn of the wrist, and a heartful monologue,

We keep on thriving, cranking our hog.