[Intro — spoken, deadpan, close-mic, almost no groove] They say— Once you go black, you never go back. Once you go Asian, never go Caucasian. Once you go Persian, there’s no other version. Once you go Indian, you’ll never go back again. [Hypnotic repetition] Again. Again. Again. [Verse 1 — dry half-spoken vocal, minimal pulse] Once you go brown, other colors let you down. If it ain’t snowing, I ain’t going. Ginger? …Danger. Blond? Beyond. Everybody’s got a theory. Everybody knows a fact. Funny how they all begin with “once” and end with “no going back.” [Drop — restrained, repetitive, rhythmic chant] No going back. No going back. No going— no going— no going back. Black. Asian. Persian. Indian. Pick a type. Pick a side. Put desire in a box. No going back. [Verse 2 — sparse, cold, spoken] Once you taste trouble, trouble tastes back. Once you cross borders, borders get nervous. Once you lose your type, everybody qualifies. Caucasian? Classification. Nationality? Paperwork. What’s your type? Yes. What’s your type? Next. [Hook — hypnotic chant, groove slowly thickens] Once you go black— no going back. Once you go Asian— no Caucasian. Once you go Persian— no other version. Once you go Indian— you’ll never go back again. Again. Again. Again. [Break — almost bare, intimate, flat delivery] No return. No refund. No receipt. No alibi. You said you had a type. You lied. No return. No refund. No reason why. You said you had a type. So did I. [Bridge — deadpan, as if reading evidence aloud] Once you go Hispanic, don’t panic. Once you go Latino— where’d everybody go? Once you go— [Pause] Once you go back, you never go back. [Final Drop — harder, dirtier, controlled] Black. Asian. Persian. Indian. Blond. Wrong. Wrong question. [Beat strips away] Once you want people, there’s nothing left to sort. Once you want people— Once you want— Once— [Silence] Fuck it. [Final pulse] No going back.
