Tilt-Proof Jake

[Intro]
Flannel on
Name on the screen
Car keys, quarters
Chasing that dream (hey!)
[Verse 1]
He walks in
Arcade glow on his face
Jake don’t talk
He just wipes down the place
Thumb stretch, neck crack
Breath slow, stance wide
He studies every bumper
Like a math test on the side
Score sheet folded
In his back pocket, creased
Last high score circled
Like a wanted beast
People think it’s “just a game”
He just smirks at the floor
Says, “If it’s just a game
Why you scared of my score?” (ha)
[Chorus]
This one’s for tilt-proof Jake
King of the chrome and shake
Lockin’ in lights like fate
Chasin’ that top-score gate
Serious face, but he still talk slick
Jokes in his mouth, his aim so sick
Ball hits the ramp and the whole place breaks
This one’s for tilt-proof Jake
[Verse 2]
Protein shake
On the pin cab edge
He trains wrist flicks
Like he’s workin’ a hedge
Film of his replays
On the cracked old phone
Slow-mo nudge
Like a boxer in the zone
Mama in boots
Yellin’, “Boy, that’s enough!”
He just laughs
“Ma, I’m built for this stuff”
From dirt roads
To arcade lines
He swapped hay bales
For multiball shines (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
This one’s for tilt-proof Jake
King of the chrome and shake
Lockin’ in lights like fate
Chasin’ that top-score gate
Serious face, but he still talk slick
Jokes in his mouth, his aim so sick
Ball hits the ramp and the whole place breaks
This one’s for tilt-proof Jake
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, banjo riff rides]
He got calloused hands
He got midnight plans
He got sweat in his eyes
He got fans in the stands
Every drain’s just fuel
Every loss, one step
He says, “Reset the game
I ain’t done here yet”
[Chorus]
This one’s for tilt-proof Jake
King of the chrome and shake
Lockin’ in lights like fate
Chasin’ that top-score gate
Serious face, but he still talk slick
Jokes in his mouth, his aim so sick
Final ball roll, and the whole place shakes
All-time crown on Jake

rap, Swaggering hip-hop / country crossover with female vocals; banjo flicks over a head-nod trap groove, fat sub, and clacky percussion echoing arcade sounds. Verses stay tight and talky with dry wit and close-mic attitude, chorus opens wide with stacked harmonies and a big singalong hook. Occasional half-time switch for training montage slow-mo, then ramp back to full energy for the final push., country, hip hop