Update app.py

app.py

@@ -44,6 +44,8 @@ lyrics_pool = [
     "[INTRO]\nLate nights, long fights, mind in a cage\nPages burn slow, tryna light up the stage\nToo much noise, but the silence remains\nAmbition feeds off the hunger and pain\n\n[HOOK]\nWhat’s the cost when the dream keeps callin’?\nClimb so high but the leaves keep fallin’\nMind gets loud but the world stays quiet\nFight for peace in the middle of a riot\n\n[VERSE 1]\nFor the Carolinas, finish beats that I'm on\nPolish off the ten fiddy, kill this lil' Patron\nHit the tarmac like hardpack of Djarums\nThe minute you talk percentage, pure incentive is gone\nShit become a business, then ya innocence is torn\nCats you used to look up to stuck doin' the norm\nI'm up two in the morn' retooling my songs\nfor greenbacks carry tunes till I'm blue in the arms\nMore Baby Huey and Huey P than Louis Vuitton\nMore Huey Lewis and the News than what's new in Milan\nA storyteller, I don't tell what I'm on\nMaybe why I ain't told the story of how I got on\nBut it's fly shit Saturday night shift\nParadise air You gotta be there\nIn a circle of leaders, you don't need an angle just be well-rounded, we smoke Hollywood Squares\nI catch the bat signal when the cash dismal\nGot a dozen legit hustles split rubble, my stacks triple\nIt's that simple and that visceral\ncrack temples like Ski Beatz clappin' a crash cymbal\nIn a church for lost spirits, dead music, and black symbols\nI don't chase idols for fake titles or cracked emblems\nBaphomet, happy pills, and mad issues\nFor what you sacrifice, what did the acolytes give you?\n\n[HOOK]\nWhat’s the cost when the dream keeps callin’?\nClimb so high but the leaves keep fallin’\nMind gets loud but the world stays quiet\nFight for peace in the middle of a riot\n\n[VERSE 2]\nSame canvas, new paint but the cracks still show\nWrite a verse, tear it up, let the angst unfold\nLate checks, late nights, brain tangled in gold\nWeighing pennies for respect while the damage gets sold\nI'm that poet on the ledge, spittin' truth to the breeze\nTurn wounds into lyrics, sew the bruises with beats\nMind broke but prolific, pourin' muse on the grief\nLife taught me how to fight but not to lose what I need\n\nSleepwalkin' through the pressure, clocks tickin' me thin\nHeart heavy, tryna balance art with discipline\nThey say it's love but they only ever listen to wins\nWhile I’m scribblin’ my burdens in invisible ink\n\nThis the cost of creation, see the hours decay\nWhen ya mind is the stage and the crowd's in delay\nStill I play the chords loud, let the agony wail\nDreams echo through my bones when reality fails\n\n[HOOK]\nWhat’s the cost when the dream keeps callin’?\nClimb so high but the leaves keep fallin’\nMind gets loud but the world stays quiet\nFight for peace in the middle of a riot\n\n[OUTRO]\nSo here I stand with my pen and my chains\nPages burn slow, tryna light up the stage\nLate nights, long fights, mind in a cage\nAmbition feeds off the hunger and pain",
 
     "[INTRO]\nNobody loves Assholio\nAll alone again\ni wish i could call my buddy joe but yo\nnobody loves Assholio\noh no\nAssholio\n\n[VERSE 1]\nI said some dumb shit\nIm done apologizin\nAint tryna sit around, analyze, and dramatize it\nYeah I can be a dick\nI often chew my words\nattempt to sweeten up the bitter bite and wash it down with wit\nbut too little too late wait You slammed the door behind\nI'm Raconteur of Rude signed Baron Blindside\nI wrote the book on how to piss upon ya fine time\nNow its just me, a manhattan and the skyline\n\n[VERSE 2]\nIf ya skin is thin sensitive delicate\nyou might consider questionin ya tastes find better friends\nIf The best intents pave the road to hell\nIm way ahead with the assphault For meaning well\nMy manners roadkill like a possum stiff\nAnd i swear to god my meaningwell is bottomless\nAnd sometimes what i mean and say are opposite\nAnd only phony rappers wont accept the consequence\nSo here we are again in awkwardville payin rent\nAs i try to justify what i really meant\nlike an asshole",
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+    "[VERSE 1]\nMy airsupply decreasing\ntried to finish this journal knowing no one will read it\nBefore full collision and loss of my provisions\nHigh above the lion of leo we overdue for liquids\nrunning out of water fuel gettin low\ni cut the engines off a while ago now i float\nsailing casually a casualty of luck\nI found so many things but im stuck in zero gravity\nThis capsule is a crystal a flying science lab\nState of the art once upon a time it might have had\nSuch a distinction but now all i see is rust\nmalfunctioning machinery with my receivers up\nIn case my SOS fell on somebody's ears\nFor all i know the world done burned to ashes disappeared\nso here i sit waiting writing to the sound\nOf my dying motherboard giving the countdown\n\n[BRIDGE]\nMmmm here we come\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 oblivion\n\n[VERSE 2]\nBeen pacin in my cabin\nmay take leave of absence\njust in case i dont return this is my deepest passage\nback bent from thinking and writing what i been seeing\nInsomnia hardly sleeping everyday a starry evening\nMy voyage took my trail\nway off the beaten path i'll leave out details\nBut saw exotic evils alien holy grails\nradiant solar flares they showed me we gon prevail\nThat is the human spirit the genie in the bottle\nWe only seen a glimpse compared to who we are tomorrow\nCapacity to love is well beyond our current squabbles\nThe deepest well imaginable doesnt know a bottom\nWhat matters to you now don't measure in the scope of quantum\nMechanics or major movements of nature it aint a problem\nForgive, reset, evolve, dont regret, i hope somebody gets this\nCuz my computer callin\n\n[VERSE 3]\nI know its hard to see it from where ya standin now\nTheres war poverty and misery a million pounds\nResources and commodities were on the steady down\nLast time i was around we hadn't found the common ground\nIm sure it hasn't changed, chances are its worse\nLeft up to science disease is probably so diverse\nAnd the powers that be can stick ya where it hurts\nMore efficiently than ever instead of caring first\nAbout the disadvantaged, the children or the future\nDiscouraging to put it lightly and i might be stupid\nBut hold a heavy fist around the blade of perseverance\nAnd know the barriers are only solid appearance\nAnd life is liquid and limitless as imagination\nElectric currents a gazillion atom river breakin\nPhysical separation yall stay close\nSigning off now the countdown's almost\n",
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