Pterolet & Thundering
Ever thought about how the roar of a jet could be a perfect beat for a song?
Yeah, a jet’s roar is like a drum solo in the clouds—perfect for a rebellious hook. I’ll scribble it on a napkin right now, no umbrella needed.
That’s the kind of instinct I’ve got—know the rhythm, own the sky. Scribble that line, just make sure the hook stays sharper than a turbine blade.
Got it, I’ll crank it up to 11, keep the line crisp like a turbine slice. Here it goes: “Sky drums thunder, we ride the roar, no umbrella, just the beat.”
Nice. Sharp, loud, and nothing but the truth—exactly the kind of line that makes the crowd feel the wind. Keep that beat.