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JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, 134 BPM bakery-counter hip hop, bouncy kick, tin snare, walking bass line, plink keyboards, pinwheeling shouted bars, grinning shout, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals
V6-MINI

[Hook: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, loud, pinwheeling, grinning] Wrong number, right weather, still here Bakery knows my voice better every year I never buy a pastry, they still write the high Frosting on a cookie and a name that is a lie [Verse 1: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, pinwheeling, loud, tin snare] Dialed her digits on a Tuesday with my pride in the dirt Got a bakery counter voice and a hold-music dessert Said sorry wrong number, meant to call a ghost Counter lady laughed and asked me what I needed most I said nothing, just the exit from embarrassment She said stay for coffee, embarrassment can pay the rent Next morning I redialed like a moth with bad intent Same voice, same oven, same accidental friend [Hook: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, loud, pinwheeling, grinning] Wrong number, right weather, still here Bakery knows my voice better every year I never buy a pastry, they still write the high Frosting on a cookie and a name that is a lie [Verse 2: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, pinwheeling, faster] Week three they started reading me the radar with the dough Seventy-four and sunny, take it slow I said I do not live here, I am just a bad dial They said weather does not care, it still covers every mile Crew learned my almost-name from the caller ID screen Wrote it on a napkin like I haunted the machine I stopped trying her number, started calling for the map Heartbreak outsourced to a kitchen and a tap [Verse 3: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, frosting high, pinwheeling, tin snare chatters] Then the box was on the counter with a cookie on its throne High of eighty-two in white frosting I was shown I read the number out loud, tin snare chattering along Whole crew yelled the high with me like a tiny weather song Bouncy kick hit harder, I laughed until I shook Wrong number built a ritual no breakup could unhook [Bridge: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, loud, pinwheeling] Not her voice, still a voice Not my plan, still a choice Cookie forecast, counter grace Wrong number found a place [Hook: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, loud, pinwheeling, grinning] Wrong number, right weather, still here Bakery knows my voice better every year I never buy a pastry, they still write the high Frosting on a cookie and a name that is a lie [Outro: Pinwheeling slapstick male MC, chuckling, tin snare rings out and fades] Eighty-two Thanks, kitchen [End]