Everybody Want The Shine

Polish the mix but Leave The Track Exactly As It Is But Polish The Track And Vocals By Enhancing The Sonics And Vocals And Create A 3D Asmr Sound Engineering Environment, ‑Abrupt cuts, ‑Replacement singer, ‑generic Suno rapper, ‑weak anonymous delivery, ‑polished pop tenor, ‑changed vocal identity, ‑rewritten lyrics, ‑omitted or added words, ‑altered flow, ‑new melody, ‑changed cadence, ‑changed tempo, ‑changed key, ‑moved sections, ‑replacement instrumental, ‑altered lowrider groove, ‑changed bassline, ‑generic trap beat, ‑drill, ‑glossy pop rap, ‑melodic trap chorus, ‑sleepy mumble, ‑flat monotone flow, ‑theatrical spoken word, ‑constant shouting, ‑gang-vocal overload, ‑choir, ‑hard autotune, ‑robotic pitch correction, ‑grid quantization, ‑word-by-word regeneration, ‑erased breaths, ‑sterile diction, ‑crackling audio, ‑clipping, ‑overloaded vocal, ‑broken digital edges, ‑brittle highs, ‑harsh upper mids, ‑abrasive rasp, ‑fuzzy consonants, ‑distorted sibilance, ‑audible denoise artifacts, ‑pumping compression, ‑flattened dynamics, ‑muddy low mids, ‑buried consonants, ‑excessive saturation, ‑huge reverb, ‑artificial stereo widening, ‑brickwall clipping, ‑intersample peaks, ‑premature fade

Grates on the liquor store, half-empty lot at sundown
Me and my crew ride twice through before we shut it down

Grates on the liquor store, half-empty lot, sun droppin'
Me and my crew ride twice through before the wheel stop in
Mama couch broke down, springs pushin' through the fabric
Shoe box full of folded bills up high by winter jackets

See a slow car crawl and my chest get tight quick
Ain't no jokes in the ride when a slow one creep in
Now the money put away, still peepin' through the blinds
Still stack it in mama house like rent still due this month

Hallway smell still stuck in the wall by the front room
Same old floor fan pushin' heat and dust through
Little homie used to stand by the bins in that blue light
Now his name come up low and everybody look down twice

We was kids with cheap smoke, no sleep, no big plan
Just tryin' to touch Friday with some cash in our hands
Now the safe got numbers, but it still don't mean peace
One eye on the money, one eye on the street

We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right
Money in mama house, still sleep light at night
Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there
From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air

We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right
Folded bills in a box, still think rent due tonight
Everybody want the shine, don't nobody want the cost
Whole side raised us hard, half the real ones got lost

Impala nose low, rollin' past the liquor gates
Hood still look the same, just the plates and dinner changed
Old heads told me don't stop where you used to feel safe
That's why we spin twice round before we touch the brake

White car movin' slow and the whole ride go still
Driver cut the music down, hand closer to the wheel
Ain't no stories in that moment, ain't no talkin' like we brave
Just four souls holdin' breath while the hot night changed

Old songs still play when them old stories start
Ain't nobody laugh when them old names come back round
Too much love got twisted by some hands in the dark
Too many great ones laid down over pride and bad calls

Now the money came fast, but the room still feel watchful
Mama ask me why I pace when the locks all new
Cause I still know that couch, still know that hallway heat
Still know how a man move when he got somethin' to lose

We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right
Money in mama house, still sleep light at night
Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there
From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air

Mama say quit lookin' through the blinds, you home now
But home got a long memory, it don't calm down
Same crew, same drive, just some money on the floor now
Still flinch when a car move slow outside the door now

I done seen what greed do
I done seen what fear do
I done seen good names die
Over things that still don't make sense

We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right
Money in mama house, still sleep light at night
Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there
From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air

Grates on the liquor store, lot still half-empty
Safe in the room now, but the walls still know me

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Grates on the liquor store, half-empty lot at sundown Me and my crew ride twice through before we shut it down Grates on the liquor store, half-empty lot, sun droppin' Me and my crew ride twice through before the wheel stop in Mama couch broke down, springs pushin' through the fabric Shoe box full of folded bills up high by winter jackets See a slow car crawl and my chest get tight quick Ain't no jokes in the ride when a slow one creep in Now the money put away, still peepin' through the blinds Still stack it in mama house like rent still due this month Hallway smell still stuck in the wall by the front room Same old floor fan pushin' heat and dust through Little homie used to stand by the bins in that blue light Now his name come up low and everybody look down twice We was kids with cheap smoke, no sleep, no big plan Just tryin' to touch Friday with some cash in our hands Now the safe got numbers, but it still don't mean peace One eye on the money, one eye on the street We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Money in mama house, still sleep light at night Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Folded bills in a box, still think rent due tonight Everybody want the shine, don't nobody want the cost Whole side raised us hard, half the real ones got lost Impala nose low, rollin' past the liquor gates Hood still look the same, just the plates and dinner changed Old heads told me don't stop where you used to feel safe That's why we spin twice round before we touch the brake White car movin' slow and the whole ride go still Driver cut the music down, hand closer to the wheel Ain't no stories in that moment, ain't no talkin' like we brave Just four souls holdin' breath while the hot night changed Old songs still play when them old stories start Ain't nobody laugh when them old names come back round Too much love got twisted by some hands in the dark Too many great ones laid down over pride and bad calls Now the money came fast, but the room still feel watchful Mama ask me why I pace when the locks all new Cause I still know that couch, still know that hallway heat Still know how a man move when he got somethin' to lose We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Money in mama house, still sleep light at night Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Folded bills in a box, still think rent due tonight Everybody want the shine, don't nobody want the cost Whole side raised us hard, half the real ones got lost Mama say quit lookin' through the blinds, you home now But home got a long memory, it don't calm down Same crew, same drive, just some money on the floor now Still flinch when a car move slow outside the door now I done seen what greed do I done seen what fear do I done seen good names die Over things that still don't make sense We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Money in mama house, still sleep light at night Ride slow past the store, all the old ghosts still there From the broke-down couch to the safe, same air We got it out the dirt, still don't sit right Folded bills in a box, still think rent due tonight Everybody want the shine, don't nobody want the cost Whole side raised us hard, half the real ones got lost Grates on the liquor store, lot still half-empty Safe in the room now, but the walls still know me

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