Guess I'll Fukin' Stay DJ DiGiDaV SlapHouse ReDux (Fire Cut)

Track behaves like a live turntable and controller performance, not a rewritten song, Use, repeated hooks, Use chopped vocal samples, looped hooks, time-stretched phrases, filter sweeps, risers, impact hits, stutter edits, beat juggling, echo throws, and drop-based arrangement, Extended DJ intro, gradual build, first drop, breakdown, second larger drop, and clean DJ-friendly outro, Heavy sidechain compression, FX automation, and club-ready low end, Energy designed for a dance floor, not radio, [GENRE/FLAVOR – Slap House ] an electronic dance music (EDM) subgenre that emerged in the late 2010s, defined by a short, percussive, and bouncy "slap" bassline processed with aggressive sidechain compression Tempo: Usually sits between 118 and 125 beats per minute (BPM), Bass: Features a prominent, dry, and plucky low end derived from Brazilian bass, Vocals: Highly commercial and pop-oriented, frequently using familiar vocal hooks, pitched-down melodies, or covers and remixes of 1980s and 1990s

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[Start]

[Verse 1]
I wake up choking on bad choices,
Flat beer burps and phantom voices.
Gas station dogs, grease on my soul,
Living like my body’s disposable.
I lie to myself like it’s a skill,
Call it “coping,” call it will.
Mirror says “you’re not young, dumbass,”
I say “fuck you,” but it ain’t wrong, fast.

[Pre-Chorus]
I light it up, I laugh it off,
Call it “freedom,” call it “soft.”
But something pounds when the noise shuts down,
And it’s not the bass, it’s the truth, asshole.

[Chorus]
I figured it out way too fucking late,
But I figured it out, so deal with that fate.
My future’s pissed but it’s still alive,
Still tapping its foot while I barely try.
I’m not dead, I’m just delayed,
Half-broken, bloated, underpaid.
Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed,
And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay.

[Verse 2]
My lungs know weed better than air,
My liver’s tired of being fair.
I eat like I hate my own bloodline,
Sleep like tomorrow’s a rumor online.
I joke about it, play the clown,
Like self-destruction’s charming now.
“慢一点,” whispers my spine,
Slow down, idiot, you’re wasting time.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every laugh hides a red alert,
Every buzz comes wrapped in hurt.
I used to think this shit was style,
Now I’m just tired… and in denial.

[Chorus]
I figured it out way too fucking late,
But I figured it out, so deal with that fate.
My future’s pissed but it’s still alive,
Still giving a shit while I barely try.
I’m not dead, I’m just delayed,
Half-broken, bloated, underpaid.
Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed,
And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay.

[Verse 3]
My friends talk plans, I talk smoke,
Big talk wrapped in half-assed jokes.
They say “you good?” I say “always, man,”
Like lying’s part of the master plan.
I thought I missed my shot at life,
Door slammed shut while I got high.
Truth is doors don’t give a shit,
They just get heavier while you sit.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every year carves deeper lines,
On my face and in my spine.
I ain’t wise, I ain’t clean,
But I ain’t done being a human being.

[Chorus]
I figured it out way too fucking late,
But I figured it out, so deal with that fate.
My future’s pissed but it’s still alive,
Still waiting on me to fucking try.
I’m not dead, I’m just delayed,
Half-broken, bloated, underpaid.
Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed,
And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay.

[Verse 4]
I don’t need perfect, I need less stupid,
Less “fuck it,” more follow-through, kid.
Drink some water, sleep like an adult,
Stop treating your body like an insult.
I ain’t chasing youth, that ship’s ashore,
But I can stop kicking myself some more.
Zukunft’s knocking, real low tone,
Says “get your shit together, you’re not alone.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t need signs or holy light,
Just fewer lies I tell at night.
One honest day, no bullshit spin,
That’s how a screw-up learns to win.

[Chorus]
I figured it out way too fucking late,
But I figured it out, so deal with that fate.
My future’s pissed but it’s still alive,
Still calling my bluff every goddamn night.
I’m not dead, I’m just delayed,
Half-broken, bloated, underpaid.
Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed,
And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay.

[Verse 5]
If this is the middle, then fine, let’s go,
Not a comeback king, just less fucking slow.
Yeah I wasted time, yeah I fucked it up,
But regret doesn’t get to drive the truck.
I set the glass down, light less smoke,
Stick around instead of treating life like a joke.
“再来一次,” life mutters low,
Try again, asshole. You’re not done though.

[Outro]
Still breathing.
Still messy.
Still late.
Still mine wake up choking on bad choices,
Flat beer burps and phantom voices.
Gas station dogs, grease on my soul,
Living like my body’s disposable.
I lie to myself like it’s a skill,
Call it “coping,” call it will.
Mirror says “you’re not young, dumbass,”
I say “fuck you,” but it ain’t wrong, fast.

[Pre-Chorus]
I light it up, I laugh it off,
Call it “freedom,” call it “soft.”
But something pounds when the noise shuts down,
And it’s not the bass, it’s the truth, asshole.

[Verse 2]
My lungs know weed better than air,
My liver’s tired of being fair.
I eat like I hate my own bloodline,
Sleep like tomorrow’s a rumor online.
I joke about it, play the clown,
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[Start] [Verse 1] I wake up choking on bad choices, Flat beer burps and phantom voices. Gas station dogs, grease on my soul, Living like my body’s disposable. I lie to myself like it’s a skill, Call it “coping,” call it will. Mirror says “you’re not young, dumbass,” I say “fuck you,” but it ain’t wrong, fast. [Pre-Chorus] I light it up, I laugh it off, Call it “freedom,” call it “soft.” But something pounds when the noise shuts down, And it’s not the bass, it’s the truth, asshole. [Chorus] I figured it out way too fucking late, But I figured it out, so deal with that fate. My future’s pissed but it’s still alive, Still tapping its foot while I barely try. I’m not dead, I’m just delayed, Half-broken, bloated, underpaid. Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed, And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay. [Verse 2] My lungs know weed better than air, My liver’s tired of being fair. I eat like I hate my own bloodline, Sleep like tomorrow’s a rumor online. I joke about it, play the clown, Like self-destruction’s charming now. “慢一点,” whispers my spine, Slow down, idiot, you’re wasting time. [Pre-Chorus] Every laugh hides a red alert, Every buzz comes wrapped in hurt. I used to think this shit was style, Now I’m just tired… and in denial. [Chorus] I figured it out way too fucking late, But I figured it out, so deal with that fate. My future’s pissed but it’s still alive, Still giving a shit while I barely try. I’m not dead, I’m just delayed, Half-broken, bloated, underpaid. Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed, And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay. [Verse 3] My friends talk plans, I talk smoke, Big talk wrapped in half-assed jokes. They say “you good?” I say “always, man,” Like lying’s part of the master plan. I thought I missed my shot at life, Door slammed shut while I got high. Truth is doors don’t give a shit, They just get heavier while you sit. [Pre-Chorus] Every year carves deeper lines, On my face and in my spine. I ain’t wise, I ain’t clean, But I ain’t done being a human being. [Chorus] I figured it out way too fucking late, But I figured it out, so deal with that fate. My future’s pissed but it’s still alive, Still waiting on me to fucking try. I’m not dead, I’m just delayed, Half-broken, bloated, underpaid. Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed, And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay. [Verse 4] I don’t need perfect, I need less stupid, Less “fuck it,” more follow-through, kid. Drink some water, sleep like an adult, Stop treating your body like an insult. I ain’t chasing youth, that ship’s ashore, But I can stop kicking myself some more. Zukunft’s knocking, real low tone, Says “get your shit together, you’re not alone.” [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need signs or holy light, Just fewer lies I tell at night. One honest day, no bullshit spin, That’s how a screw-up learns to win. [Chorus] I figured it out way too fucking late, But I figured it out, so deal with that fate. My future’s pissed but it’s still alive, Still calling my bluff every goddamn night. I’m not dead, I’m just delayed, Half-broken, bloated, underpaid. Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed, And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay. [Verse 5] If this is the middle, then fine, let’s go, Not a comeback king, just less fucking slow. Yeah I wasted time, yeah I fucked it up, But regret doesn’t get to drive the truck. I set the glass down, light less smoke, Stick around instead of treating life like a joke. “再来一次,” life mutters low, Try again, asshole. You’re not done though. [Outro] Still breathing. Still messy. Still late. Still mine wake up choking on bad choices, Flat beer burps and phantom voices. Gas station dogs, grease on my soul, Living like my body’s disposable. I lie to myself like it’s a skill, Call it “coping,” call it will. Mirror says “you’re not young, dumbass,” I say “fuck you,” but it ain’t wrong, fast. [Pre-Chorus] I light it up, I laugh it off, Call it “freedom,” call it “soft.” But something pounds when the noise shuts down, And it’s not the bass, it’s the truth, asshole. [Chorus] I figured it out way too fucking late, But I figured it out, so deal with that fate. My future’s pissed but it’s still alive, Still tapping its foot while I barely try. I’m not dead, I’m just delayed, Half-broken, bloated, underpaid. Too late ain’t dead, it’s just delayed, And I’m still here… fuck, so I stay. [Verse 2] My lungs know weed better than air, My liver’s tired of being fair. I eat like I hate my own bloodline, Sleep like tomorrow’s a rumor online. I joke about it, play the clown, Like

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