# DON'T MAKE ME TYPE IT TWICE [Intro – FEMALE, strong East London accent, low smoky alto, close mic; half-spoken, glottal stops, dropped Gs, cheeky whisper] 2:17. You still awake? [Tap. Tap.] ...Don't answer that. [Small laugh.] Safe. --- [Verse 1 – FEMALE, local London cadence; clipped, shortened endings, slightly behind beat] Phone light on the ceiling. I type, “Come over.” Delete. Type it again. Delete that. You send: “You good?” I stare at it. Ten seconds. Then: “Yeah, I'm calm.” [Dry laugh.] Which is bait. You know it. I know you know. Type. Delete. Type. Delete. [Breath.] Why am I moving mad? --- [Pre-Chorus – speech-to-song; East London phrasing, micro-slides, breath catches] Three dots... Then nothing. Three dots... There you are. I bite my lip. You take your time. [Low fry] You know exactly what you're doing. [Airy ghost] You do... --- [Chorus – clean, memorable; accent softened; sudden high-register flip] Don't make me type it twi—ce. You already know what I mean. Don't make me type it twice. You're reading in between. One little message... and the whole room changes. Don't make me type it twice. [Low shadow] You know. [Airy ghost] You know... --- [Verse 2 – FEMALE, stronger East London character; faster pocket, sharper attacks, slang-led] You ask what I'm wearing. I say, “Why?” You say, “Just wondering.” Yeah, alright. That's long. I send one word: “Nothing.” [Beat.] Nah. Why did I send that? [Small laugh.] You come back: “Not helpful.” Course it ain't. Now I'm proper laughing into the pillow. You really are trouble. Taking the piss. And me? I'm moving mad. Don't get gassed. I know what you're doing. Still... I like it, bruv. --- [Fast Text-Rap – FEMALE, strong East London spoken-rap; compressed syllables, quick breaths, double-time] Okay, say less. Three minutes to answer. Three. I clocked that. Wasn't waiting. [Beat.] Well... maybe I was. Don't get it twisted. You send one photo. I zoom in. Why am I zooming in? That's bare mad. Type. Delete. Type it. Delete it. Type it— [Phone buzz.] Send. Nah. Too late now. No more maybe. No more “we'll see.” Don't mug me off. Don't keep me hanging. [Quicker] No chat. No games. What's the chat? Just come through. [Dead stop.] Come over. [Ghost] Come over... --- [Pre-Chorus 2 – suddenly slow; FEMALE low chest voice] Phone face down. Pick it up. Nothing. Put it down. Buzz. [Breath catch.] “Still awake?” [Small smile.] Course I am. You know me, innit? Don't make me laugh. --- [Chorus 2 – clean and memorable; tighter rhythm] Don't-make-me-type-it-twice. [Male ghost] Twice... Don't make me type it twice. You're reading in between. One little message... and the whole room changes. Don't make me type it— [Sudden stop.] —twice. [Female whisper] You know. --- [Verse 3 – MALE, strong East London accent; mid-low dry voice, relaxed street cadence] You always take forever when you know I'm watching the screen. Then you answer like three minutes never happened. [Female] Maybe I was busy. [Male] Doing what? [Female] None of your business, bruv. [Male – quiet laugh] Safe. [Female] Don't sound so pleased with yourself. [Male] I'm not. [Pause.] Check your phone. [Female – brief high flip] What did you send? [Male] You know. [Female] You're bare bad. [Male] Told you. [Female] Allow it. [Male – amused] No chance. --- [Bridge – FEMALE, intimate low register; swallowed words, breath-cut phrasing] I could just call you. [Pause.] Too easy. Could tell you exactly what I want. [Small laugh.] Yeah... absolutely not. So I type three words. Stop. Delete. Start again. [Tap. Tap.] “Are you coming?” [Silence.] Typing... Typing... Typing... [High ghost] Typing... --- [Final Build – alternating MALE/FEMALE; phone taps accelerate] [Female] Type it. [Male] Send it. [Female] Type it. [Male] Send it. [Female] Type— [Both] SEND. [Silence.] --- [Final Chorus – FEMALE starts low, fractures into clean high register; clear East London edge] Don't make me type it twice. You already know what I mean. Don't make me type it twice. No reading in between. No more little games... well... maybe one more. [Male] One more. [Female – clean high lift] Don't make me type it twice. [Whisper] You know what I mean. [Male] Yeah. [Female – direct] Then come over. [Male – low] On my way, bruv. --- [Outro – FEMALE close mic, amused; soft fry] Phone face down. [Pause.] Three seconds. Buzz. [Small laugh.] Worth it. [Male – distant ghost] Told you.
