[Intro] [Vinyl crackle, bouncy ukulele chords start] [Vocal Effect: Telephone EQ, muffled] (Yeah... what time is it?) (Never mind, don't care.) [Beat drops: Laid-back boom-bap drum loop, warm bass] [Vocal Effect: Clear, close-mic, slight saturation, lazy delivery] [Verse 1] Got a dozen missed calls from the apocalypse But I'm sipping on something sweet, smacking my lips They say the sky is falling, well it's falling real slow I got my feet on the dash and nowhere to go [Ukulele rhythm gets tighter, snappy rimshots] Tripped over my shoelaces right out the door Turned it into a two-step, asking for more You bring the heavy weather, I’ll provide the shade Squeezing out the sweet from the bitter cascade. [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: Slightly more melodic, conversational] And every news stand tells me I should panic and run But I’m too busy soaking up this counterfeit sun (Wait, hold up) [Music pauses completely] [Acapella] Just let the brass kick in. [Instrumental: Synthesized trumpet melody, very bouncy, heavy bass] [Chorus] [Vocal: Doubled vocals, laid-back but rhythmic hook] [Beat: Full lo-fi hip-hop swing, finger snaps on 2 and 4] ‘Cause I got that Teflon soul today, nothing is sticking The clock is broken on the wall but I’m still ticking Keep your gray clouds on your side of the street I’m walking right through it with scuffed-up feet (Yeah, scuffed-up feet) If the world goes crazy, I'll just change the channel Rocking a smile in a faded-out flannel. [Verse 2] [Vocal: Faster melodic rap flow, heavily syncopated, raspy] [Instrumental: Bassline gets groovy, ukulele chops] Potholes in the road looking like swimming pools I’m breaking a couple of the gravitational rules Floating over the pavement, avoiding the cracks Got a monkey on my shoulder but I’m ignoring the facts [Breath] Yeah, the rent’s due Tuesday, but Tuesday’s a ghost Got a monkey on my shoulder but I’m ignoring the facts [Breath] Yeah, the rent’s due Tuesday, but Tuesday’s a ghost I’m raising a paper cup, proposing a toast To the beautifully broken and the comfortably numb We’re chewing on problems like bubblegum. (Pop it) [Bridge] [Music: Strip back to just vinyl crackle and an upright bassline] [Vocal: Half-whispered, very close to the mic] So don't sell me your panic, I ain’t buying the stock I’m out here skipping stones on a digital block (Skipping stones) [Vocal: Pitch shifts slightly up, energy rises] Let the whole thing crumble, let the frequencies fade I’m riding this wave that I didn't even make! [Chorus] [Vocal: Maximum slacker energy, layered harmonies] [Instrumental: Full beat drops again with the trumpet accents] ‘Cause I got that Teflon soul today, nothing is sticking The clock is broken on the wall but I’m still ticking Keep your gray clouds on your side of the street I’m walking right through it with scuffed-up feet (Yeah, let 'em look) If the world goes crazy, I'll just change the channel Rocking a smile in a faded-out flannel. [Outro] [Instrumental: Whistling the chorus melody over the beat] [Vocal: Adlibs, lazy fading out] (Teflon soul...) (Just change the channel, man) (Just change the channel, man) [Beat slowly filters out, high-cut EQ] [Ukulele strum, single chord rings out] (Yeah, perfect.) [End]
