[The track starts right in the middle of a heavy, distorted electronic beat. There's no intro. You can hear bass rattling through a cheap microphone, people shouting in the background, and someone laughing too loud near the kitchen.]
[MVSSY_LVND:]
I knew I shouldn’t have come here.
The floor is sticky, someone spilled a drink on my boot, and the bass is literally making my teeth vibrate.
Then I walk into the kitchen and you’re leaning against the counter, laughing at whatever she’s saying, and you don’t even blink when I walk past.
You didn’t even look up.
Yeah, right there in front of everyone.
[The beat gets chaotic—heavy, ugly dubstep growls mixed with a fast trap snare that feels like a panic attack.]
[MVSSY_LVND:]
Go ahead and keep yelling on the porch, I honestly don't care who’s looking at us.
The speakers are so loud inside that nobody can hear what we’re saying anyway.
You’re getting blue and pink neon light all over your face from the sign on the garage, and you're slurring your words, talking about how I don't respect you.
I hate this house. I hate your friends. And I hate the way you look at me right now, like I’m the one who ruined your whole night.
[The heavy bass drops out for a second, leaving a fast, clicking hi-hat. His voice comes in hot, breathless, and angry, like he just ran up a flight of stairs.]
[Male Guest Rapper:]
Oh, so now I’m the bad guy? We’re really doing this right here?Standing in the driveway, blowing up my spot in front of people I work with?
She’s literally just a friend from school, we were talking about a graphic design gig, but you walk in looking like you want to punch a hole through the wall.
You’ve been sour since we left the apartment. You sat in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, acting like I was dragging you to a funeral instead of a party.
Everyone is staring at us because you’re having a breakdown on the lawn. I am so tired of walking on eggshells every time I talk to another human being.
You want to go? Fine, take the keys. Go lock yourself in the bedroom.
I’m staying out here. I’m not going back to that suffocating room with you tonight.
Don't text me in an hour saying you're sorry either, because honestly,
I think I'm completely done.
[The drums start rolling faster and faster, building up a massive wall of noise.]
[MVSSY_LVND:]
Just give me the keys then.
[Male Guest Rapper:]
Take 'em. I don't care.
[MVSSY_LVND:]
Don't bother coming back to the apartment tonight.
[Male Guest Rapper:]
Trust me, I wasn't planning on it.
[The track explodes into a massive, glitchy electronic breakdown. It's loud, messy, and overwhelming. Then, right at the peak, everything snaps. A heavy front door slams shut, cutting off the party music completely. The only sound left is the quiet, ringing silence of a cold street and your own breathing.]
[MVSSY_LVND:]
Yeah. Ruined your night.
Whatever.
[The sound of a car remote unlocking—two short beeps—and the track cuts straight to black.]
MVSSY_LVND
