(Fast tempo, dark piano, drums snapping harder halfway through)
(Intro – quick)
Aye…
It was late.
Real late.
And he thought nobody was comin’.
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(Verse 1 – rapid storytelling build)
Boom — it’s 2 a.m., camper light flickerin’,
Ryan inside tweakin’, bowl still sizzlin’.
Meth done chewed half his smile away,
Lost teeth grinnin’ but he still talk brave.
Blinds keep twitchin’, he peek then duck,
Swear he hear footsteps every time a truck.
Copper coils stacked by the sink again,
Catalytic shells in a plastic bin.
Sold his couch, sold his bed,
Sold somebody else’s tools instead.
Anything scrap just to fund that fix,
Bubble pop-pop while the lighter click.
He mutterin’, “Man they out there hidin’,”
Whole woods silent but his mind still slidin’.
Nickname “Oozie,” he yell it proud,
But it echo funny in an empty crowd.
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(Hook – fast, aggressive)
Loud in the daylight, night get spooky,
Big bad Oozie turn real moody.
Talk like a king till the pressure near,
Then his whole tone shift to fear.
Blinds crack. Heart attack.
Every little noise make him step back.
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(Verse 2 – the pull-up scene, intense but non-graphic)
Now rewind — same week, same mouth runnin’,
Sayin’ nobody round here gon’ press that button.
Chest all high, actin’ untouchable,
Whole little circle gassin’ him comfortable.
Then headlights sweep through the trees outside,
Camper wall glow from the driver side.
Engine cut slow… silence thick…
His whole tough posture start feelin’ sick.
Door swing open — boots hit ground,
Energy shift when I step around.
He try act cool like it’s all a joke,
But his hands start fidgetin’, voice start broke.
My kids in the backseat wide-eyed stare,
Whole scene tense in the midnight air.
He clutch that knife but he don’t step close,
Just shuffle feet and swallow boasts.
My wife like “James, stop — let it go,”
Voice cut sharp through the night air slow.
Whole woods quiet, no crickets sing,
Just truth hang heavy on everything.
He ain’t swing.
He ain’t roar.
He ain’t that lion he claim no more.
Just a man in a camper with a fading grin,
Teeth half gone from the life he in.
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(Hook – louder, faster)
Smoke that bowl, sell that wire,
Pawn shop dreams and a camper fire.
Talk real big when the sun up high,
Midnight come — whole tone shy.
Oozie? Nah, that name don’t stick,
Click-click talk but it never hit.
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(Verse 3 – psychological breakdown speed)
He back inside when the night move on,
Candle burn low till the wax near gone.
Replay headlights through aluminum skin,
Every shadow feel like judgment again.
Copper money gone by the weekend fast,
Scrap yard cash never make it last.
Blinds still movin’, mind still racin’,
Footstep echoes he keep imaginatin’.
Teeth chipped down from the chemical grind,
Smoke cloud thick but it fog his mind.
Lost his couch, lost his pride,
Lost that image he tried to ride.
Next day loud in the gas station lot,
Talkin’ like the midnight never even got.
But deep inside when it’s quiet and still,
That engine cut moment give
