Owner's Table

Brash Bronx female MC, 126 BPM electro rap, thumping 808 kick, snapping claps, acid bass line, clipped guitar chops, brash Bronx bars, loud 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, ‑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

[Pre-Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, sly, building]
Three desserts later, here the little black book
He slid it to the middle, said take a look

[Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, shouted]
Split the check, half of it comes back to me
Fifty for you, fifty for the family
Go and tap your card, let it beep, let it bleed
Split the check, half of it comes back to me

[Verse 2: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, faster, grinning]
He said modern times, baby, fifty fifty is fair
I said absolutely, love, I been waiting right there
He pulled out the calculator, counted every bite
Said you had the bread twice, I said that's right
Tip at nine percent and he rounded it down
I just watched him do math with the biggest frown
Waiter kept looking at me like he wanted to talk
Busboy grinning on the wall like a cat in a box
Every table quiet, every fork on pause
He thinking it's his charm, it ain't his charm, it's because

[Verse 3: Brash Bronx female MC, kitchen doors swing open, acid bass alone, then the full beat slams back]
Then the chef walk out in the white and the hat
Wipes his hands on the towel, says boss, how was that
Kitchen doors swing and the line cooks wave
Dishwasher yelling, that's the lady that pays
He looked at the menu, my name on the top
Looked at the sign out front, looked at the clock
I said the lobster was mine, the bread was mine too
Your half of the check is the half that is due
Tipped the waiter forty, told him take the night off
Told my date good luck, honey, cover your cost

[Outro: Brash Bronx female MC, laughing, the acid bass rings out and fades]
Come back Tuesday
Lobster's half off
Not for you

[End]

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[Verse 1: Brash Bronx female MC, brash and loud, every bar landing hard] First date, he pick the spot, I said sure, I know it Walked in like a mayor so the whole room saw it Snapped at the waiter, said bring the good bread Ordered for the both of us, I ain't said what I said Lobster on the left and a steak on the right Wine with a name that was long as the night Tells me he invested in a thing on his phone Talking bout his portfolio, I'm talking bout home He asked what I do, I said a little of this He said that's cute, baby, pass me the dish [Pre-Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, sly, building] Three desserts later, here the little black book He slid it to the middle, said take a look [Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, shouted] Split the check, half of it comes back to me Fifty for you, fifty for the family Go and tap your card, let it beep, let it bleed Split the check, half of it comes back to me [Verse 2: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, faster, grinning] He said modern times, baby, fifty fifty is fair I said absolutely, love, I been waiting right there He pulled out the calculator, counted every bite Said you had the bread twice, I said that's right Tip at nine percent and he rounded it down I just watched him do math with the biggest frown Waiter kept looking at me like he wanted to talk Busboy grinning on the wall like a cat in a box Every table quiet, every fork on pause He thinking it's his charm, it ain't his charm, it's because [Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, shouted] Split the check, half of it comes back to me Fifty for you, fifty for the family Go and tap your card, let it beep, let it bleed Split the check, half of it comes back to me [Verse 3: Brash Bronx female MC, kitchen doors swing open, acid bass alone, then the full beat slams back] Then the chef walk out in the white and the hat Wipes his hands on the towel, says boss, how was that Kitchen doors swing and the line cooks wave Dishwasher yelling, that's the lady that pays He looked at the menu, my name on the top Looked at the sign out front, looked at the clock I said the lobster was mine, the bread was mine too Your half of the check is the half that is due Tipped the waiter forty, told him take the night off Told my date good luck, honey, cover your cost [Chorus: Brash Bronx female MC, brash, shouted] Split the check, half of it comes back to me Fifty for you, fifty for the family Go and tap your card, let it beep, let it bleed Split the check, half of it comes back to me [Outro: Brash Bronx female MC, laughing, the acid bass rings out and fades] Come back Tuesday Lobster's half off Not for you [End]

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