Say sorry

[Intro – filtered vocal, low pass, distant reverb] Me and my words (yeah yeah) [2x (We go together)] We go together…. (Second “We go together” — slight pitch stack + left/right doubles) [Hook – full drums drop, 808 heavy, chant energy] We go together…. Like front and back. like parolees and tats. like real Negas and facts. funerals and slacks. How about this? How about that? dope fiends at the trap. gangsters stay strapped. druglords and hunid packs
 (Stack “We go together” 3x wide L/R/Center) (Background chant: we-go- together / we-go-together) (Ad-lib echoes on: tats / facts / packs) Repeat Hook [Verse 1 – drums minimal first 4 bars, build intensity] Corner stores and Blunt wraps, footballs and quarterbacks, fools be with all that kinda sorta crap. I kinda sorta rap, and when I ain’t doing that, I’m planning hits and downin marks two in the head one in the heart. (Ad-lib: boom boom / heart) i’m the monster under your bed, the reason these fools is scared of the dark. What I do is necessary. Some people consider it an art. (Ad-lib: art.) Thats the rap game, I know my role. I play my part! man eater, motherfucking, great white shark I fucked around and fell in love with the dark. (Ouija) Late night, getting fucked up at random graveyards kicking back with my demons drinking and playing cards but we don’t play this kind of poker for money. (Beat drops out under “graveyards” — atmospheric riser) We play this shit right here for scars so put your money down life’s about to deal out your cards. (Heavy 808 return on “cards”) (Reverse reverb into Hook) [Hook – harder, add open hats + extra 808 glide] We go together…. Like front and back like parolees and tats like real Negas and facts funerals and slacks. How about this? How about that dope things at the trap gangster stay strapped druglords and hunid packs (Background shout layer: packs!) (Crowd chant texture underneath) [Bridge – no drums, dark pad, vocal layered octave down] Good times create soft men Bad times create good men Good men create good times….. (Add subtle choir harmony on last line) [Verse 2 – drums re-enter slowly, more aggressive tone] The bomb’s tickin We runnin out of time No body really knows when they pullin up At the end of the line (Add ticking FX in background) How do you know you can see if you never been blind (Trips me out) (Whisper “blind” in background) How could vision be the reason These people squander their minds Pretend they don’t know when they wrong or when they crossing lines Forgetting the difference between The truth and lyin They whole game plan janky Putin on a show on like they tryin Best part is when all else fails These lames love to get to crying… (Beat pauses on “crying…”) [Spoken Word Outro – distorted telephone effect, no drums] I’d like to hit the breaks briefly and address a long time acquaintance. once upon a time friend. I call him bee but his name is Brian…. I tried to be nice… my interest was in resolution… I been extremely patien

drill team,trap,rock&rap, male vocals featuring Vocaloid,big sound,gangster vibes,raw energy, groove. Bpm 100