Balisha’s Metronome

Mode) [Intro – dramatic classical piano, then a crooked boom-bap swing drops] …da-da-da-daaa… Wait—hold up… who is Balisha?? --- [Verse 1 – laid-back, witty, smooth delivery] I wrote a symphony for a girl I never met yet, Blind to the facts but I’m deep in the preset, Italian name—Balisha sound classy, But she got me composing like Beethoven flashy. No sight—still she got the vision on me, I’m hearing her vibe like a frequency honey, She must’ve hit my brain with a sonic persuasion, Got me writing love songs with no confirmation. How you fall for a voice with no face attached? I’m debating my sanity mid-dispatch, But the rhythm she sent got me locked in a trance, Like she hacked my soul with a jazz romance. --- [Hook – playful, melodic, off-beat bounce] Balisha… who you be though? Got me writing notes like I’m stuck in a concerto… Balisha… this illegal… How you got me falling blind like a sequel… --- [Verse 2 – funnier, more punchlines, still smooth] Now I’m cooking up bars like I’m chef in Milan, But I ain’t even seen her—what type of con? She got me spinning melodies, losing my logic, I’m arguing with myself like “this ain’t even solid.” She probably laughing like “look at him go,” Got him writing symphonies over a voice note, I’m out here serious—she playing it cool, I’m writing a thesis—she sending emojis like “🙂.” Now I’m trapped in the groove—no exit route, Got Beethoven spirit trying to exit out, But the beat drop smooth and the keys say “stay,” Now I’m stuck in the loop like a classical replay. --- [— CLASSICAL BREAK —] (Beat drops out — full dramatic piano interlude, strings swell, elegant + emotional) …da-da-da-daaa… (long pause… then soft keys turn playful) “…you really fell for her like that??” --- [Beat DROPS BACK — doubled off-beat swing, heavier drums] --- [Verse 3 – funniest + most playful, still sharp] Now I’m back—double time on a half-step swing, Still blind but I swear I can hear everything, She got me like Adam when Eve made a move, Except I ain’t see her—I just felt the groove. If this a spell—then it’s musically casted, She got me composing like “yo this is drastic,” I’m roasting myself while I’m writing her praise, That’s lyrical madness in classical ways. Balisha… if you real then respond with a sign, ‘Cause I’m out here falling in 4/4 time, If you fake—then congrats, you won this round, You made a blind man fall off pure sound. --- [Final Hook – fuller, playful energy] Balisha… who you be though? Got me writing notes like I’m stuck in a concerto… Balisha… this illegal… How you got me falling blind like a sequel… --- [Outro – piano only, joking tone] …next time… I’m checking the profile first… --