[Intro – dark synth pad, filtered vocal texture, deep sub-bass swelling in, no guitar, no drums for the first 2 bars, clean modern mix] [Verse 1 – melodic Southern rap-singing, tough but emotional male vocal, clear studio vocal, light to moderate autotune, Louisiana/Florida street-pain delivery, drag the last 2–3 words slightly, tight pocket, no rock tone, no indie texture] I’m rollin’ in that Lambo and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you Like I ain’t even been sleepin’ and I’m dreamin’ ’bout you Baby girl, you like my gun, I can’t leave without you I’m like the earth, you like the sun, I can’t live without you Them boys know not to play with us, ’cause we ain’t none of them Can’t give a fuck about your old ngga, I’m not none of them Could you believe where I came with the music? I’m outta town thinkin’ ’bout you, sleepin’ in Deuces I told the team, give me a year, we buyin’ new coupes [Pre-Chorus – more melodic, pain-heavy, wider vocal stack, cleaner sustained notes, emotional lift, still Southern, let the words stretch naturally over the 808] Too far gone, but you still stay on my mind New city lights, but this shit don’t feel right Too many nights, I been up on that road Still hear your voice every time I get low [Hook – catchy Southern melodic gangster hook, layered lead and doubles, hard 808 under every line, clear vocal upfront, repeatable end pockets, emotional but dangerous, slightly bigger energy] I’m outta town and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you No sleep all night, still dreamin’ ’bout you New whip, new crib, but this shit ain’t nothin’ without you Whole world goin’ up, still don’t hit without you I’m outta town and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you Phone ring all night, still geekin’ ’bout you They ain’t one of us, and I ain’t one of them Came up too fast, now I’m stuck in my head again [Verse 2 – same pocket, same vocal tone, confident pain delivery, smoother street melodic rap, clean studio presence, tighter rhythm than the hook, no soft emo tone] Private flights, late nights, I’m gone with the music Whole gang ’round, but you the one got me through it I be in my bag, bae, don’t confuse it Too much money on my mind, can’t afford to lose it Still got your text in my phone, ain’t delete nothin’ Still hear your name when the room get ugly I was out on that road chasin’ dreams and a fast life You was back at the crib tryna love me the right way And I know I get distant when them racks up And I know I go missin’ when that stress up You know how this life get when them checks come Everybody show love when that flex come [Pre-Chorus – same melody, slightly bigger stack on the doubles, more emotional pressure, clean sustained notes, strong low end underneath] Too far gone, but you still stay on my mind New city lights, but this shit don’t feel right Too many nights, I been up on that road Still hear your voice every time I get low [Hook – bigger, fuller doubles and ad-libs, same melody, stronger low end, more emotion in the drag on key phrases] I’m outta town and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you No sleep all night, still dreamin’ ’bout you New whip, new crib, but this shit ain’t nothin’ without you Whole world goin’ up, still don’t hit without you I’m outta town and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you Phone ring all night, still geekin’ ’bout you They ain’t one of us, and I ain’t one of them Came up too fast, now I’m stuck in my head again [Bridge – stripped down, eerie, airy but still heavy, let the 808 carry it, lonely street-pain tone, more open space between lines] Rich dreams, but I took the bad route Too many miles, I can’t back out You was real love in a fake crowd Now I touch down and want you right now [Outro – pads, deep sub, vocal texture, dragged ending, clean fade, no extra runs, no guitar focus] I’m outta town, still thinkin’ ’bout you No sleep, still dreamin’ ’bout you Whole world changed when that fame came through Still ain’t found nothin’ that hit like you
