[Style: 1990 Indie Dance, Madchester, Breakbeat, Funky Drum Loop, Pulsing Synth Bassline, Hypnotic Groovy Cadence, Low-Key Conversational Vocals] [Chorus Style: Heavy Tremolo Guitar Riff, Wide Stereo Panning, Swirling Psych-Rock Chime, Crying Slide Guitar Echoes, How Soon Is Now Guitar Vibe] [Tempo: 102 BPM] [Intro] [A dusty, mid-tempo funk drum break loops with a snapping snare] [A warm, rhythmic acoustic bassline locks into the groove] [Spoken Word Intro: "Yeah... check the line. One, two... lis-sen."] [Verse 1] You don't have to take the bar ex-am to see What you've done is Ig-no-ra-mus one-oh-three What've I got to hang my hat on, you don't have a pot to pee in All this just to be your friend, I was there un-til the end But really, Bur-gull-ar-son-lar-ce-ny? [Chorus] [Dynamic Shift: The funky bass continues, but massive, swirling tremolo guitars slam into the mix] [The guitar effect pulsates rapidly, panning wildly from left to right with a deep echo] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you kahhld [A crying slide guitar note wails in the background over the heavy tremolo pulse] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you hung up my line, star six-tee-nah-yn [Verse 2] [The heavy tremolo guitars cut out, dropping back down to the sparse, funky breakbeat and bass loop] I no all a-bout the ware-house fah-yr I no squir-rells did-n't chew the wah-yrs Three pee-pull have my num-ber, the uth-ther two were with me I don't like to tat-tle-tale but I'm not your pat-sy This tah-ym you have gone too far for me [Chorus] [The hypnotic, pulsating tremolo guitar riff crashes back in, filling the entire stereo field] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you kahhld [Clean electric guitar chimes accent the off-beats behind the swirling effect] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you hung up my line, star six-tee-nah-yn [Verse 3] [Guitars drop away; a subtle tambourine adds to the rolling drum loop] Why'd you put your quar-ter down on me? This reads lah-yk some dork True Cry-eme Netflix dock-u-ment-terry I can't be your care-ick-ter wit-ness, I can't be your al-i-bah-y Door-bell rings, it's the F-B-I, we learned Spy ver-sus Spy You, my friend, are guil-ty as can be [Chorus] [Full instrumental firepower—the indie-dance rhythm track merges completely with the massive psych-rock tremolo guitar wall] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you kahhld I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you hung up my line [The tremolo effect throbs even harder, creating an immersive, hypnotic wave] I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I no you kahhld I no you kahhld, I no you kahhld I can't be your al-i-bah-y, star six-tee-nah-yn [Outro] [The vocals fade into rhythmic chants over the repeating loop] Star six-tee-nah-yn... Yeah, I no you kahhld... [The breakbeat keeps rolling as the heavy tremolo guitar riff echoes out into space] [Fade Out] [End]
