[152 BPM | F minor | 4/4 | double-time cypher; half-time hooks] [Male: low, dry, nimble grit | Female: playful soul | ª = muted wah guitar, never vocals] [INTRO - TAPE HISS, LO-FI DRUM LOOP, snakecharmer flute] ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ª ªªª ª ªªª [Reggae guitar chop; DJ backspin; distant chiptune] (uh uh uh uh) ahhhhh... ooohhhhh... (Male, spoken) You keep the receipt? (Female, smiling) You keep the reason. (Yeah!) [VERSE 1 - bare boom-bap, quick internal rhymes] Corner-shop philosopher, solder pen in my fist, Got a tape deck coughing up a night we missed. You left your silver earring in the speaker grille, Now the needle takes a lap but the room stays still. Rain on the shutters, two cups by the drain, One tastes like mint, one tastes like blame-mm ※ I could fix a cracked circuit with a match and wire, Couldn't tell you when a small spark turned to fire. Had the plan in a pocket, got the pocket picked, By a sweet little grin and a counterfeit trick. You said, "Handle with care," I said, "Give me a chance," Then we argued in a kitchen to a backspin dance-ay ›› Every screw in a tray, every word out of place, I can name all the parts, can't rebuild that face. [PRE-CHORUS - female lead, flute climbs; drums thin] (Female) You can press rewind, can't rewind my mind-eh ◊ (Male) I kept your old key, you kept my good side. (Female) If I knock tonight, will you let me in? [Reverse vocal fragment; rising 8-bit arpeggio] (Both) Count it down: three, two, one [CHORUS - explosive drum drop, dub sub, layered duet] No warranty on us-ay ※ No little stamp that says we're enough-eh ⬡ You can't return what the hands have touched, But I still want you, scratches and all-mm ∞ (Female) I miss your warranty-o ◊ (Male) I miss how you believed in me. (Both) No warranty on us-ay ※ Still got a pulse where the needle jumps. [POST-HOOK - relaxing reverb voice; fluted answer] oooooooh oooooooh ooooooh (Sold as is... sold as is...) [8-bit blips bounce against detuned wah] [VERSE 2 - rapid cypher; punchy kick, chopped 808] Flip that record, let the needle prosecute, Every broken promise got a polished excuse. I'm a master of the maze, not the door to your room, Wore my pride like a suit that was tailored for doom. Ancient flute from a rooftop, serpent in a curl, You in a borrowed black jacket, running half this world. Soap by the mirror, wet hair, crooked smile, You made a two-minute errand take a hundred-mile trial. No gold-plated vows and no customer desk, Just a bass-heavy heartbeat and an honest request. Cut the clever little speech, put the ego away, I was right in the argument, wrong every day-eh ≈ If the cost of being close is a little repair, I'll come with both hands, not a contract to spare. [DJ scratch: quick cut / quick cut] (Female, teasing) Got a coupon for courage? (Male) Nah. But I showed up here. [BRIDGE - dub collapse; tape echo, morse beeps, warped sub] [Vinyl Rewind Effect] ꘠꘡꘠꘡ ꘠꘡꘠꘡ ꘢꘣꘢꘣ ꘢꘣꘢꘣ [Bitcrushed 8-bit percussion; malfunctioning vocoder] ꜜꜛꜜꜛ ꜜꜛꜜꜛ ꜜꜛꜜꜛ [Sub rolls 〰〰; stuttering synth 〈◡〉《◠》] Uhhh uhhhhhhhh... (Female, intimate) You don't need to fix me. (Male, close) I know. I need to listen. Noooo ohhh ohhh... [Silence: one beat | handclaps begin] (Female) Then come inside. [FINAL CHORUS - full cypher ensemble; soul harmonies, wide hats] No warranty on us-ay ※ No little stamp that says we're enough-eh ⬡ Can't take back every careless touch, But we can start with the truth, that's all-mm ∞ (Female) I miss your warranty-o ◊ (Male) I miss how you believed in me. (Both) No warranty on us-ay ※ Still got a pulse where the needle jumps. [Flute doubles the hook; DJ backspin into final hit] (Yeah! Yeah!) No warranty, no warranty Still got a pulse where the needle jumps! [OUTRO - drums fall away, tape wobble, warm sub] oohhhh baby... ª ªªªª ª ªª ª (Female, whisper) Keep the earring. (Male) Keep the key. [Flute fades; tape clicks off]
