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14 Days

DUDE
KEY= P1A, P1B, DRM, BSS_L, BSS_R, G_BAR, G_DRT, MX, DRP, 432Hz, GENRE: Dark Electric Noir, Cinematic Heavy Blues, haunting Fender Baritone Electric Guitar textures over deep rumbling 808 kicks, warm tape saturation, sparse cinematic production, raw weathered female alto vocalist with natural conversational drift delivery, anti-rap cadence, stretched vowels, deliberate structural breaks, longer wandering verses that feel disillusioned, mid-tempo with heavy low-end drops, keep pre-hooklines identical including TWO WEEKS, raw human frustration, 88-92 BPM, MACRO MIX: SSL G-Master Buss Compressor, Studer A820 Tape Saturation, Analog Glue, MASTERING: Neve 1073 Drive, Pultec EQP-1A, Multiband Sidechain, Mid/Side Widening, Dynamic Vocal EQ, HPF Mud Carve, STAGING: Discrete Hard L/R Panning, Deep Z-Axis Depth, Dry Center Vocal Focus
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[Intro] Folded in half, lookin' way legal I know better...heavy in my hand Should I? [Verse 1] If I slit the top with a knife That cut paper could end my quiet life What if it's hundred dollar bills tied with a bow Enough to pay me off, enough for me to just go Did he leave me a note, anything with an answer? Will it save my soul or will it eat me like cancer? Screw it.... I'll do it.... Maybe I'll live through it. [Pre-Chorus] On the very top, written in blue ink "Sis, sorry for being a problem, it has really made me think... Since I cost you a customer and you were so quick with my drinks I thought I'd show you my appreciation for your hospitality every night This should be enough to start anywhere, enough to do it right But there is one thing I want and this isn't up for talk I want you far away from here, further than you can walk Take a long vacation, maybe even a permanent move Two weeks, be gone, the rest will be smooth. If you need me, just call. you got my number Yeah, I knew..." [Chorus] Fourteen days, my timer starts to click! Louder than Friday night, I am starting to feel sick! He bought my silence, now buying my life! And I am spinning at the scene of a future crime! Two weeks. What happens in two weeks? [Verse 2] I look at my Corona Light, nicotine dimmed I thought I was sharp, but my mind is trimmed Will it burn to the GROUND? Will bullet holes be FOUND? Scattered across my BAR? This envelope is heavy and now ...... this is where we ARE I don't look, i don't count, i don't want this to be I just stash it in the safe and worry about me Something I have never done. I always could hold my own. But this is different................................ Like dynamite waiting to be blown [Bridge] Well, I ain’t pulled a trigger. I ain't made a threat. But somehow I lost control and placed a bet. Complicit in the quiet, starting to feel ill. Victor set the table, now I'm waiting on the kill. [Chorus 2] Fourteen days, my timer starts to click! Louder than Friday night, I am starting to feel sick! He bought my silence, now buying my life! And I am spinning at the scene of a future crime! Two weeks. [Outro] Thirteen days left. I should pack my bags. Or stay and watch it burn. I need to talk to Victor....