Existential Dread (new lyrics)

acoustic pop, hip hop, funk, jazz, singer-songwriter, folk-pop

[Song: Existential Dread V3]

[Style: A theatrical, genre-fluid blend of +acoustic pop and +hip hop, steeped in +singer-songwriter storytelling and tinged with the swagger of +funk and +jazz. Acoustic guitar and upright bass groove beneath syncopated, +melodic rap phrasing, while brushed snares and muted trumpet dance through +playful and +tongue-in-cheek lyrical scenes. Songs drift from breezy +folk-pop vignettes to nimble, +beat-driven breakdowns, threading +elastic vocal deliveries with complex rhymes and clever wordplay. It’s +eclectic yet +cohesive, theatrical yet grounded—an +experimental soundstage balancing +humor, +sincerity, and +groove.] [Exclude Styles: pop, trap, EDM, beat, funk, r&b, electro, upbeat, epic]

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[intro]
Hmmm… mmm… yeah…

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[verse 1]
Stuck in the seat with that salesman’s smile
Learnin’ “push to start” took me quite a while
Do I lease, do I loan, do I trade somethin’ in
I often struggle learnin’ how to begin
Loan terms chafe, got a pit in my gut
Double digit interest rates — these prices are nuts
Review the terms while my palms get slick
This “Ayy Pee Arr” thing sounds like a sickness

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[pre-chorus]
I know I should breathe
But my lungs don’t agree
I just know the Dee Emm Vee
Is silently judging me…

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[chorus]
My thoughts are better left unsaid
When I squish beneath the weight inside my head
Can’t decide amongst the choices that I red
[sigh]
Naw, Yeah…
Existential dread (existential dread)
(oh no)
Existential dread (existential dread)

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[verse 2]
New job, new badge, new name on Slack
New 401 kay and I can’t relax
I smile on Zoom but can’t feel my teeth
Do I share my life story or keep it brief?
Do I shake hands? Fist bump? What’s the new rule?
I never kept up wit what’s considered “cool”
They say that we’re a chill little team,
But clashing with authority is my recurring theme

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[chorus]
Yeah, sometimes I’d have come out ahead
If I left my social media unread
I curl into a croissant shape on my bed
(shoulda’ bought a scooter instead)
naw, yeah…
Existential dread (existential dread)
(..not again…)
Existential dread (existential dread)

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[tuba solo]
(oom-pah… doom-pah… too many emails)
(oom-pah… doom-pah… lost in the details)

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[bridge]
I’m learning to flip the script in my brain
Not “debt and decisions”: I can reframe
It’s just monthly cash to take us places
Remind myself: adventure awaits us
Not a mid-life crisis, but calibrated intent
(Still kinda’ panicked, but maybe …12 percent cuntent?)

[gang shout] “It’s better than 11 percent!”
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[outro]
Sometimes I stare at ceilings overhead
And try to dare my fears to go ahead
And ignore the beast hidin’ under my bed
(while wondering ‘bout that thing ten years ago I said)
Naw, yeah…
Existential dread (existential dread)
(you again?)
Existential dread (existential dread)
…one more time…
Existential—
dreeeeaaaaad

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[end]

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[Song: Existential Dread V3] [Style: A theatrical, genre-fluid blend of +acoustic pop and +hip hop, steeped in +singer-songwriter storytelling and tinged with the swagger of +funk and +jazz. Acoustic guitar and upright bass groove beneath syncopated, +melodic rap phrasing, while brushed snares and muted trumpet dance through +playful and +tongue-in-cheek lyrical scenes. Songs drift from breezy +folk-pop vignettes to nimble, +beat-driven breakdowns, threading +elastic vocal deliveries with complex rhymes and clever wordplay. It’s +eclectic yet +cohesive, theatrical yet grounded—an +experimental soundstage balancing +humor, +sincerity, and +groove.] [Exclude Styles: pop, trap, EDM, beat, funk, r&b, electro, upbeat, epic] ⸻ [intro] Hmmm… mmm… yeah… ⸻ [verse 1] Stuck in the seat with that salesman’s smile Learnin’ “push to start” took me quite a while Do I lease, do I loan, do I trade somethin’ in I often struggle learnin’ how to begin Loan terms chafe, got a pit in my gut Double digit interest rates — these prices are nuts Review the terms while my palms get slick This “Ayy Pee Arr” thing sounds like a sickness ⸻ [pre-chorus] I know I should breathe But my lungs don’t agree I just know the Dee Emm Vee Is silently judging me… ⸻ [chorus] My thoughts are better left unsaid When I squish beneath the weight inside my head Can’t decide amongst the choices that I red [sigh] Naw, Yeah… Existential dread (existential dread) (oh no) Existential dread (existential dread) ⸻ [verse 2] New job, new badge, new name on Slack New 401 kay and I can’t relax I smile on Zoom but can’t feel my teeth Do I share my life story or keep it brief? Do I shake hands? Fist bump? What’s the new rule? I never kept up wit what’s considered “cool” They say that we’re a chill little team, But clashing with authority is my recurring theme ⸻ [chorus] Yeah, sometimes I’d have come out ahead If I left my social media unread I curl into a croissant shape on my bed (shoulda’ bought a scooter instead) naw, yeah… Existential dread (existential dread) (..not again…) Existential dread (existential dread) ⸻ [tuba solo] (oom-pah… doom-pah… too many emails) (oom-pah… doom-pah… lost in the details) ⸻ [bridge] I’m learning to flip the script in my brain Not “debt and decisions”: I can reframe It’s just monthly cash to take us places Remind myself: adventure awaits us Not a mid-life crisis, but calibrated intent (Still kinda’ panicked, but maybe …12 percent cuntent?) [gang shout] “It’s better than 11 percent!” ⸻ [outro] Sometimes I stare at ceilings overhead And try to dare my fears to go ahead And ignore the beast hidin’ under my bed (while wondering ‘bout that thing ten years ago I said) Naw, yeah… Existential dread (existential dread) (you again?) Existential dread (existential dread) …one more time… Existential— dreeeeaaaaad ⸻ [end]

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