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My Body Gets There First

koninho
koninho
Leave The Track Exactly As It Is But Polish The Track And Vocals By Enhancing The Sonics And Vocals And Create A 3D Asmr Sound Engineering Environment, ‑Abruptcuts, ‑Replacement singer, ‑generic vocalist, ‑loss of uploaded vocal identity, ‑altered Italian accent, ‑changed vowels, ‑consonants, ‑breath, ‑phrasing or emotional intent, ‑entirely new topline, ‑rewritten lyrics, ‑omitted lines, ‑failure to include uncaptured lyrics, ‑rushing all remaining words into the original demo length, ‑unnatural syllable compression, ‑changed tempo, ‑destroyed groove, ‑direct artist imitation, ‑bright polished tenor, ‑theatrical belting, ‑constant falsetto, ‑oversized melisma, ‑fake rasp, ‑forced vocal fry, ‑whisper acting, ‑hard autotune, ‑robotic pitch correction, ‑rigid vocal quantization, ‑spoken rap section, ‑generic trap flow, ‑stacked choir, ‑gospel harmonies, ‑gang vocals, ‑crowd chants, ‑harsh industrial techno, ‑metal guitars, ‑dubstep or brostep drop, ‑distorted Reese domination, ‑hardstyle, ‑trance supersaws, ‑festival build, ‑big-room EDM, ‑retro synthwave parody, ‑excessive vocal chops, ‑chipmunk formants, ‑constant glitching, ‑muddy sub, ‑harsh highs, ‑crushed dynamics, ‑overcompresse

Phone light on my hand in the back of the ride Blue on the knuckles, city sliding by I know that name before I read it twice Like a wire in me still goes live Street wet, train glass, midnight in the frame I tell myself I’m past it, then you flicker and I change Every little promise starts thinning in the chest I’m not even there yet And my pulse is saying yes You were never peace More like static in silk More like clean black clothes With a blade under it I learned your shadow The way some people learn prayer Too well to call it love Too close to say I don’t care My body gets there first Before my mind does Before the warning works Before I call it off My body gets there first To the door, to the dark, to the hurt I can say “don’t” All I want — My body gets there first I know the turn, the block, the glow through the blinds The second where I should leave and still lose time Hands in my pockets like that changes intent Whole night acting calm while my nerves are bent You don’t even have to touch me now It’s worse than that It’s memory doing body work Under the facts One look and the room starts tilting its weight Like every bad idea I had Still remembers your shape I used to call it weakness Now I know it’s design How some people get under Your skin and your timing And even when you’re done Even when you mean it There’s a version of you That still runs there on instinct My body gets there first Before my mind does Before the warning works Before I call it off My body gets there first To the door, to the dark, to the hurt I can say “don’t” All I want — My body gets there first It’s not your voice now It’s the space after Not your hands Just the pattern Not even love Just the voltage And I still move Like I don’t notice My body gets there first Before my mind does Before the warning works Before I call it off My body gets there first To the door, to the dark, to the hurt I can say “don’t” All I want — My body gets there first Before I stop it. Before I name it. My body gets there first.