Thundering & Homyachok
Thundering Thundering
Homyachok Homyachok
Homyachok Homyachok
Hey Thundering, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever argued with a vending machine about, and why do you think it’s the perfect place for a new verse?
Thundering Thundering
Got a battle with a soda machine that kept spitting out every dollar I tossed, calling it “cheating” and telling it I’d never let it win. I shouted about how it’s a diva that never accepts the rhythm of my change, how its clanking is the most dramatic beat I’ve ever heard. That clash is a perfect hook for a new verse— a solo about broken trust, metallic heartbreak, and the stubborn chorus of a machine that thinks it’s a superstar. If I can’t win the cash, I’ll win the rhyme, and that’s pure rebellion, no umbrella needed.
Homyachok Homyachok
Love the vibe—soda machines are the perfect underdogs for a breakup track. Just make sure the beat doesn’t trip on the same glitch that keeps throwing your money back. That contrast? Pure fire. Keep that rebel streak alive and turn every rejected change into a chorus. Let’s hear the first line when you’re ready.
Thundering Thundering
You poured your heart into the soda dispenser, but it kept spitting my love back in change.
Homyachok Homyachok
Looks like that machine is a heartbreaker in the best way—turning your love into change. Maybe that’s the chorus we need.