I Miss Your Warranty (GZA Reggae-Rap Opera Mix)

[Intro: Female, intimate] There's a mess in my room [Verse 1: Male, composed, theatrical] You say the room's a mess; I see a kingdom with the curtains drawn, Silk on the chair, little crown on the dresser, dusk before the dawn. You name the brands like bodyguards, let satin testify; I name the price of every promise when the velvet starts to lie. You want the grand entrance, glass doors, a name that makes them stare, I want the quiet kind of courage that can meet you anywhere. I can rent you marble halls, make a season out of spring— But trust is not a diamond clasp; it doesn't come with anything. [Female] Best me, grabbing you Flix, shampoo Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Male] You laugh: “Different level,” and I bow as if I’m paid to play, Then ask what happens when the spotlight takes its borrowed face away. Your “sweetest girl” line lands like honey with a paper-thin disguise; I’m fluent in the language of the want behind your eyes. So let the organ turn the room; let every polished promise gleam— I’ll bring the truth in plain clothes, not a limousine-shaped dream. [Female] Different level with you I'm the sweetest girl for you I'm dressed in Prada too And touching on you [Pre-Chorus: Male, measured] Say what you need; don't dress the need in gold. A vow is only weather till the days get cold. [Chorus: Female, verbatim, expanding] I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty (I can't control it babe I miss your warranty) [Verse 2: Male, shifting from restrained to rapid, theatrical] “Warranty,” you say—what a magnificent, mechanical plea: A heart with a service plan, a receipt for eternity. Who covers the cracks when the showroom shine gives way? Who answers the call when the fine print has nothing to say? I could put your name in gold, make the whole room turn and see, But a public little promise isn't proof you can lean on me. Status is a rented coat; the season changes, seams come loose; Pride says, “Never ask for help”—love says, “Tell the honest truth.” You bargain with the future like a dealer at the door, Add a suite, subtract a doubt, then ask me to add more. I counter with a simple thing no jeweler can appraise: Show up when the music stops; stay kind on ordinary days. No velvet rope can keep the fear from slipping through the gate; No signature can make a soul arrive on time, or make it wait. So keep the pretty labels, keep the room a little wild— I’d rather earn your trust in hours than buy your smile in style. [Female, soft response] I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe [Male, quiet] Then let the promise breathe. [Bridge: Near-silent, piano and voice] [Female] I miss your warranty [Male] No paper can protect us. Only what we do when nobody is watching. [Pause] [Final Chorus: Female, powerful, layered harmonies] I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty (I can't control it babe I miss your warranty) [Outro: Female, intimate] I'm so in love with you [Male, gently] Stay when the room is quiet.