**Song Title: "None of Your Business"**
**Genre:** Slow, spoken-word ballad / lo-fi complaint
**Tempo:** 50 BPM (very slow, almost hypnotic – think half-time heartbeat, minimal piano or soft synth pads, distant reverb)
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**[Intro – spoken softly over single low notes]**
(50 BPM)
I really don't know what this is...
Or how I even got here...
**[Verse 1]**
I really don't know what this is,
Or how I got here to start.
Frankly all your questions are rude,
They're pokin' round in my heart.
None of your business what I ate,
Scrambled eggs or nothin' at all.
None of your business 'bout my meds,
They ain't kicked in yet, that's all.
**[Chorus – slow and drawn out, almost whispered]**
It's none of your business,
None of your business at all.
Stop with the questions,
Just let me breathe through it all.
Meds ain't kicked in yet...
No, not quite yet...
**[Verse 2]**
I woke up lost in this place,
Don't need twenty questions today.
Breakfast? Meds? How I feel?
Keep that stuff far away.
I'm driftin' slow at fifty beats,
Heart barely movin' along.
Your words keep comin' too fast,
But I ain't singin' your song.
**[Chorus]**
It's none of your business,
None of your business at all.
Stop with the questions,
Just let me breathe through it all.
Meds ain't kicked in yet...
No, not quite yet...
**[Bridge – even slower, almost talking]**
I don't know how I landed here,
Feels like a glitch in the screen.
So take your curiosity...
And keep it far from me.
**[Outro – fading out on repeating line]**
None of your business...
None of your business...
Meds ain't kicked in yet...
Not quite yet...
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Ashonedge
