Real Life ( Cover Gavin Mathis)

[Intro] [Energy: Low] [Mood: Occult/Dark Ambient] [Instrumental: Haunting melodic pads, lo-fi industrial texture, tape saturation, pitch warble, 66 BPM extreme drag] [Strict Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Energy: Low-Medium] [Vocal: Deep/Breathy Male] [Delivery: Detached/Intimate] [Flow: Slow/Drawn-out] [Heavy slow synth bass enters, glitchy sparse percussion, distorted heavy reverb] Aye yo my life is rich yo life is broke My life forreal your life a phuckin joke Come see me if you want the smoke And I ain't talkin bout takin tokes [Chorus] [Energy: Medium] [Mood: Ritualistic/Cinematic] [Vocal: Chopped/Ghostly Male Layers] [Full arrangement: heavy bass pulse, haunting pads, extreme drag, tape saturation] My life lit like a hundred rounds My dogs rich try to take us down Get bit by dog take em to the pound Go sit down you a phuckin clown [Verse 2] [Energy: Medium-Low] [Vocal: Ethereal/Detached Male] [Delivery: Breath/Whispered] [Glitch percussion intensifies slightly, pitch warble, sparse bass] What you know about that purp tho? We smoke furry bud green dro Bank account seven digits green dough Drivin clean foreign whips sittin low [Chorus] [Energy: Medium] [Mood: Dark/Ethereal] [Vocal: Layered/Male Whispered Echoes] [Heavy slow bass, cinematic ambient swells, chopped male vocal layers, unpolished mix] My life lit like a hundred rounds My dogs rich try to take us down Get bit by dog take em to the pound go sit down you a phuckin clown [Verse 3] [Energy: Building] [Mood: Occult/Tense] [Vocal: Haunting/Deep Male] [Industrial textures, heavy reverb tails, glitchy percussion, slow drag] Pull out a hundred stacks make them broads dance I'm that dude broke clowns can't phuckin stand They know all the women show me love And that i'm chosen from the one above [Chorus] [Energy: Medium-High] [Mood: Peak/Ritualistic] [Vocal: Chopped/Ghostly Male Layers] [Maximum drag, heavy bass, haunting pads, pitch warble, distorted reverb] My life lit like a hundred rounds My dogs rich come and try to take us down Get bit by dog take em to the pound Go sit down you a phuckin clown [Outro] [Energy: Fading] [Mood: Dissolving/Atmospheric] [Vocal: Decaying/Male Whisper] [Bass fades, tape saturation, lo-fi noise, ghostly male echoes, extreme drag] So i hope you dudes learned ya lesson Real ones stack your bread and count ya blessins [Final tape stop, pitch warble, silence]