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Two-Step Alibi

Chan.
Modern country-pop/hip-hop crossover at 105–115 BPM in 4/4 with a laid-back bounce, Built on a repeating minor chord progression such as i–VI–III–VII (e, g, Gm–Eb–Bb–F) creating a moody but catchy loop, Production is minimal and groove-driven with punchy kick, crisp clap/snare, and light percussion, Use warm organ or keys as the main texture, supported by deep bass and subtle clean electric guitar accents, Add a signature western element using modern pedal steel guitar with short, melodic call-and-response phrases between vocal lines, lightly processed to sit in the mix, Optionally layer muted electric guitar plucks or light Wurlitzer key stabs for subtle rhythmic texture that supports the groove without overpowering the vocal, Vocals are mid-range, relaxed, and conversational with slight country drawl, minimal runs, and smooth phrasing, Chorus should be simple, catchy, and repeatable with a strong rhythmic hook
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[Verse 1] Pulled up late, still smell like smoke Said I was helpin’ a friend, yeah right, no joke Phone on silent, neon buzz Lost track of time in a room full of us Miller Lite cold in my hand DJ playin’ somethin’ I don’t understand Boots on tile, slide then stick Said one round, turned into six Saw your name light up, let it die Thinkin’ I'd better call Saul tonight Text say “home?” I say “on the waaaayyyyy” Been “on the way” since half past eight [Pre-Chorus] I got a story lined up nice and clean Little too smooth, if you know what I mean [Chorus] Two-step, talk my way outta this Like a jail cell door I just barely missed You got questions, I got lines Turnin’ every truth into somethin’ that slides Judge me, jury, go ahead, read me my rights I’m pleading guilty every Friday night If love’s a case, I’m losin’ appeal But you keep lettin’ me off like it’s real [Verse 2] Back booth leanin’, laughin’ too loud Bartender grinnin’, don’t ask me how Tab still open, card runnin’ deep Talkin’ big plans I won’t keep American Spirit and a flick of flame Said I’d quit, still playin’ the game Every bad habit dressed up clean Like it ain’t what it really means You that downtown detail detective type Read between every wrong I write Harvey said when your back’s on the line Break that wall—I been testin’ miiiiiine [Pre-Chorus] You hear it all but you don’t press me Say nothin’, just let it be [Chorus] Two-step, talk my way outta this Like a jail cell door I just barely missed You got questions, I got lines Turnin’ every truth into somethin’ that slides Judge me, jury, go ahead, read me my rights I’m pleading guilty every Friday night If love’s a case, I’m losin’ appeal But you keep lettin’ me off like it’s real [Bridge] Maybe you know, maybe you don’t Maybe you see what I say I won’t You let it slide like it’s no big deal That’s the part that gets too reaaaal [Final Chorus] Two-step, talk my way outta this Like a jail cell door I just barely missed You got questions, I got lines Turnin’ every truth into somethin’ that slides Judge me, jury, go ahead, read me my rights I’m pleading guilty every Friday night If love’s a case, I’m losin’ appeal But you keep lettin’ me off like it’s real