[Intro – Male vocals, spoken, dry close-mic, warm, vinyl crackle, no drums yet] Happy birthday to the youngest one of the crew. Hey Lovins — it's uncle BooK. And I'm talkin' to you. [male vocals, warm soul boom-bap drops in – relaxed conversational pocket] [Verse, Male vocals ] I know we give you a lot of shit, talk to you like you our own kid — cuss you out, yell in your ear, keep you on that lid. But you my baby brother, man, I can't let you get too comfortable — understand? 'Cause you the shit… you fat fuck. So listen close to what I'm tellin' you: I believed in you since the first time I ever heard you. [sassy female vocals ] It’s your birthday today Lovins so you don’t gotta beg . Spread those cheeks say my name say my name . got 29 bottles or baby oil on the wall calling your name. A diddy party like you wanted getting a Primo Peggin happy birthday you’re a lucky dude blowing bubbas candle on your knees your wish is coming true don’t gotta be lonely no more now bend over spread those cheeks and take it like a whore na na na na happy birthday happy birthday to you [male] Ayy… everybody raise a glass! It’s Lovins’ birthday! Still single… but somehow making love songs every week! Somebody go check on my guy! [Verse, male vocals] Happy birthday, Lovins, it’s your special day, Still singing ‘bout a girl that’s miles away. Got twenty slow jams, all full of pain, Only relationship he got is with his hand! Happy birthday, Lovins, don’t you cry tonight, Maybe Cupid finally gets your number right. Till then keep making them slow songs, that’s your thing, Until then when you using your hand take off your ring, Talking ‘bout “it’s for the future”… yeah, okay, my guy! passenger seat empty every time you take a drive. Bought a box of chocolates, said, “I’m just getting prepared,” Only thing getting loved is the teddy bear on your chair. Hahahaha [hospital intercom voice] ATTENTION UNIT 7 IS OUT OF CONTROL [beat gets darker, ominous] [verse, raspy quirky female vocals, Female rap,, quirky, fast chopper style delivery whole verse female] Lovins, its Paige ro- hey! hope you woke up on the right side of the bed today cause it's my gave birth to you day , which means you're 29, psych ward already? boy you lost your mind? [female] apple aint fall far from the tree, mini me , im so pleased , you've grown up to be son I always thought you'd be silly motherfucker kicking it in Kansas with tornados and cows that moo I hope you have a great day, I appreciate you! hahahaha [Male vocals, verse] Happy birthday, Steve, man, we had to bring it back, You laid your belly on her ass and really rapped that. That line been living rent-free, you can’t take it away, We gon’ bring it up forever—every single birthday. Yeah, the homies stay clowning, but it’s all outta love, ’Cause when you quit second-guessing, you be tearing shit up. So enjoy your damn birthday, let the whole room sing— Now get that belly off her ass and go do your thing. [Front-Facing Intimate Light-To-Low Baritone Male • Conversational Melodic Rap • Close-Mic Realism • Slight Rasp • Relaxed Pocket • Tight Diction • Slight Behind-The-Beat Timing • Expressive Melodic Drags • Smooth Spoken-To-Melodic Transitions • Vocal-First Mix] @Steve Lovins!!!! … Come hither… … And with the utmost respect… … I’d just like to politely say… … Fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk… Yooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!! Twenty nine today Still our little bro Whole chat tagged Steve Everybody know Steve speak English Just not the one I know Need closed captions Every time he start to flow I type Translate that… Into Louisiana please Bro use a twenty-letter word When mad was all you need Lovins made it… Now the roast begin Dropped Belly on her back side Never heard the end Peter Griffin grin Show up with the family snacks Like it’s your full-time job Happy birthday Steve Nobody fucks with family Except Steph… She scares me So she gets a pass [Hook, voice A – warm sung tag, low shadowed background vocals] So stop workin' my nerves, dude — (stop workin' my nerves, dude) youngest of the crew, and I still believed in you. [Outro – spoken, dry, distant warm laughter] Happy birthday, lil bro. …I don't care if Steph pegs you.
