💙💙💙This is a quote from TroyaniK's concept explanation!💙💙💙 ============================ Created and hosted by TroyaniK Here the concept ⬇️⬇️⬇️ Start of the Project #StacyFamily ✍️🐴Hey people, TroyaniK🐴 is at the gates. Many people probably know the song "Stacy's mom". Well, I didn't😅 at least not until recently, when I randomly stumbled upon a parody about her dad, brother and so on. My first thought was: "Poor Stacy – attention goes to anyone, but her." Then another thought hit me: "This could actually be a perfect idea for a Suno project." So as not so popular person but man without a normal personal life, I decided to organize this kind of thing🤪 So here's my sort of a project called #StacyFamily WHAT'S THE CONCEPT? Tell a story of love – or not quite love – involving members of poor Stacy's family. Mom, dad, bro, sis, grandpa, gran (cause the more wrinkled the raisin...😅) Anyone goes. It can be her father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate or a distant relative from another planet. As long as they're somehow related to Stacy's family, they qualify. You can write from: – the family member's point of view – the person in love with them – an outside observer – or Stacy herself No restrictions. Same goes for genres, styles, languages, words (wanna swear? F*ck yeah, go for it) or even format. You can remix this song, make an actual parody of Stacy's mom, write epic ballad, write drama – everything is welcome. What matters most is that you enjoy the process) The only rule: after you publish your song, add the hashtag #StacyFamily (or #PoorStacy) at the song-title and tag me. Then I'll add your track to the playlist. Let's have some fun and make some love!✍️🐴 ============ [Intro] (((quiet, almost spoken))) They never asked my name Never looked twice I was standing right there In plain sight [Verse] Mama forgets the date, I move the hands back Daddy slams the door, I soften the crack Little sis cries loud, I clean the mess No one asks who did it, I guess I guess Keys on the table, bills in the sink I fix the silence before they think They call it luck, they call it fate I call it Tuesday, running late Glasses on, eyes wide, staying small Holding up a house they swear won’t fall [Hook] You never really saw me, Stacy Guess I blended in just fine While you were busy being somebody I was running the whole damn line You were busy making noise Busy being right While I figured how to fade out And read the room at night [Bridge] I could take them off, make a little scene But nah, you’d still miss what you’ve never seen I’m done fixing cracks, done playing nice You can keep the house — I’m taking control of my life I don’t need revenge I don’t need applause The truth is heavier When nobody saw [Final] Got my name on paper, got my keys Passed the test you never noticed me New job, first check, real last name Funny how quiet girls play the long game Mama, keep the fridge and the prayers you say Daddy, guard the door I fixed every day Sis, take the spotlight, I’m late, okay? I packed my future — left the rest your way [Outro] Glasses off, lights still on You’re looking now, but I’m already gone Wave from the hallway, don’t make a scene Guess you finally noticed me
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