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Till Count

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Rasping Savannah female MC, 138 BPM Southern rap, cannon kick, grainy snare, molasses bass, dirty guitar scrape, rasping bars, shouted chorus, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑warm mid-range female vocal, ‑male vocals
V6

[Verse 1: Rasping Savannah female MC, rasping and hard, every bar on the snare] Closing the store on a Tuesday again Drawer on the counter and a pen in my hand Forty-seven short like a hole in the till Same little number and it makes me feel ill Assistant manager smiles like a saint Says maybe you miscounted, it happens, it ain't Writes me a warning and he pats on my back Says keep your head up, we will cut you some slack I recount the twenties and the ones and the change Recount the voids and the returns in the range Nothing adds up but the fear in my chest Tuesday keeps coming and I fail every test [Pre-Chorus: Rasping Savannah female MC, building, louder every line] Then I learned how to open the camera app Self-checkout angle with my name on the map [Chorus: Rasping Savannah female MC, shouted, full chest] Count it twice, it still comes up short Not from my pocket, from a different report Void on my number while I face the front Count it twice, then I load up the proof [Verse 2: Rasping Savannah female MC, void beep train, a line of void beeps stacks on the snare one after another, then the kick returns like a verdict] Beep, void sale, and his badge on the screen Beep, my register, and his hands in between Beep, forty-seven on a loop in the file Beep, he wrote my warnings with a satisfied smile I burn it to a drive and I walk it upstairs Regional manager in a fold-out chair He watches in silence and he nods at the end Says clock out clean, we will handle your friend [Chorus: Rasping Savannah female MC, shouted, full chest] Count it twice, it still comes up short Not from my pocket, from a different report Void on my number while I face the front Count it twice, then I load up the proof [Bridge: Rasping Savannah female MC, quiet heat then full force] I kept every warning in a folder at home Kept every shortfall in a column of my own Numbers do not lie when you aim them correct Camera he mounted was a mirror effect [Verse 3: Rasping Savannah female MC, chin up, rasping victory] Next Tuesday the drawer comes out honest and clean New assistant manager and a better routine I count it twice out of habit and pride Not out of fear of a number that lied If you point a lens you should watch what it shows It might love the truth more than the story you chose I keep my head up and I keep my own till Tuesday is easy when the count is for real [Chorus: Rasping Savannah female MC, shouted, full chest] Count it twice, it still comes up short Not from my pocket, from a different report Void on my number while I face the front Count it twice, then I load up the proof [Outro: Rasping Savannah female MC, sharp and final, the last void beep rings out and fades] Count it twice It adds Now [End]