[Intro: 4 bars, no drums. Pitched-up, degraded anti-drug PSA sample, distant and warped] Drugs are bad... (bad... bad...) Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, bad, bad Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, yeah, yeah [Sample stutters, glitches, then cuts] [Whisper, close-mic] Come on... [Audible inhale. Sub-bass swell.] [DROP: Explosive distorted 808, clipped kick, detuned synth lead] [Verse 1: Laid-back melodic rap, confident and reckless. Octave doubles on select words] But I'ma do 'em anyway... (Yeah, anyway) Gummy locked in, we outside again Late night, same crew, same lies again Everybody tryna feel something Everybody got a reason they're running Pill pop, pill pop Give me some addies, thirtys Said I wouldn't touch 'em Funny how I change when they hit me (Yeah...) Pack of flame, tryna kill that weight Chase that high, watch it slip away Funny how we chase a feeling Knowing it don't ever stay Party, party, bass too loud Whole damn room going wild right now Everybody yelling "one more" Ain't nobody walking out Perky, Molly, kings for the night Tomorrow's problem, we'll be fine, right? (Right? Right?) [Turnaround: Vocal chops, rising synth. Drums cut for one beat] [Pre-Chorus: Half-time drums, guitar opens up, smoother melodic vocal. Harmonies gradually stack] Everybody knows the warning Everybody knows the rules Everybody thinks they're different Till they're standing in these shoes Nobody wakes up thinking "Tonight I'll lose control" It's always one more time... (One more... one more...) [Build: Rising synth, accelerating snare roll, vocal climbs] ONE MORE TIME! [Full instrumental stop. Dry vocal, alone] DRUGS ARE BAD! [CHORUS / DROP: Maximum impact, distorted 808s, wide synths, octave doubles, gang vocals. Cut beat every two bars] Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, BAD! (BAD! BAD!) Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, YEAH! (Yeah!) But I'ma do 'em anyway! (ANY-WAY!) Yeah, I'ma do 'em anyway! (Do it anyway!) Drugs are bad— [Hard stop. Vocal delay hangs] But I'ma do 'em anyway! [POST-DROP: Chopped vocal percussion, distorted bass growls, rapid hi-hats] Bad-bad-bad-bad (Anyway!) Bad-bad-bad-bad (Anyway!) [Verse 2: Beat strips back. Conversational, almost careless delivery, growing more urgent] I know that girl who said "I'll never touch that stuff" Three years later She was saying she'd had enough I knew that dude with a dream Had a future in his hands Lost himself chasing moments He could barely understand (Who am I?) Nobody talks when the party fades away Nobody posts the mornings Nobody posts the pain Everybody has something They don't want nobody to know Some drink away the memories Some smoke away the lows Some chase attention Some chase a name Some chase a feeling Just to outrun their brain ( Run, run, run! ) [Beat switch: Double-time hi-hats, aggressive synth stabs. Vocal gets faster and more compressed] I said I'm good, I said I'm straight I said tomorrow, I'll change my ways Same old promise, same old place Same damn excuse with a different face (Different face!) [Pre-Drop: Instruments gradually disappear, layered whispers] Everybody knows... (Knows... knows...) Everybody says... (Says... says...) Everybody thinks... [Whisper, dry] Not me. [One-beat silence] [DROP: Hardest section, distorted bass, rapid-fire drums, shouted vocals] DRUGS ARE BAD! (BAD! BAD! BAD!) DRUGS ARE BAD! (YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!) But I'ma do 'em anyway! ANYWAY! ANYWAY! [Instrumental rage break: 8 bars, chopped vocals, bass slides, glitch bursts. Half-time switch at the end] [Bridge: Guitar only, intimate close-mic vocal. No drums or bass. Vulnerable, almost embarrassed] Hmm... Maybe I'm wrong... Maybe I know better... Maybe tomorrow... I'll finally do better... (Do better...) [Pause. Audible breath] But tonight... [Voice cracks slightly] I'm right back here again. (Again...) [Silence. PSA sample returns over a rising sub-bass pulse] Drugs are bad... (Bad... bad...) I KNOW THEY'RE BAD! [FINAL CHORUS: Full-impact drop, stacked octaves, gang vocals, clipped drums, abrupt beat cuts] Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, BAD! (BAD! BAD!) Drugs are bad, drugs are bad Drugs are bad, YEAH! But I'ma do 'em anyway! ANYWAY! Yeah, I'ma do 'em anyway! (ANYWAY!) Drugs are bad— [Everything cuts. One exposed vocal, almost spoken] But I'ma do 'em anyway... [Massive distorted bass hit, then silence] [Outro: Original PSA sample returns, pitch bends downward, tape slowdown and digital glitches] Everybody does... Drugs are bad... (bad... bad...) Drugs are bad... [Sample stutters] Drugs are— [Hard digital cutoff]
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