Close Call

EDM, 180BPM, orchestra, exchanging vocals, rock anthem, strong yet romantic, vocals build

Verse 1 (Spoken-Word / Rhythmic Flow)
(Chaotic, setting up the metaphor—bad drivers as bad relationships)

Red light, foot down, someone’s in my lane again,
Cut me off, no signal—guess we’re playing games again.
Rearview full of heartbreaks I dodged just in time,
Almost took the wrong exit, but I stayed between the lines.

You were different, in the fast lane, but steady,
Didn’t tailgate my heart, Didn’t floor it when I hit confetti..
Every crash and near miss taught me what I needed,
Now I’m gripping the wheel, full speed, awakened.

(Production Note: Keep a pulsing bass and percussive hits like a ticking blinker. Maybe throw in car horns and revving engines subtly in the mix.)

White knuckles on the wheel, gripping too tight,
Let go, wrong hands never hold you right.
Took some wrong turns, lessons paid in scars,
But I finally found love in the lanes of the stars.

(Production Note: Synths start rising here, intensifying towards the rap bridge. Maybe have vocal chops stuttering the phrase “wrong hands” as an effect?)

Bridge (Fast Rap Section, Builds Tension Before the Drop)

Red to green, no in-between, they always hit the gas too fast,
Chasing dreams with empty tanks, love like smoke—it never lasts.
Slam the brakes, they hydroplane, never knew when to hold strong, another wreck left behind.
But you? You break the cycle, not just another close call.

(Chaotic, setting up the metaphor—bad drivers as bad relationships)

(Production Note: Keep a pulsing bass and percussive hits like a ticking blinker. Maybe throw in car horns and revving engines subtly in the mix.)

White knuckles on the wheel, gripping too tight,
Let go, wrong hands never hold you right.
Took some wrong turns, lessons paid in scars,
But I finally found love in the lanes of the stars.

(Production Note: Synths start rising here, intensifying towards the rap bridge. Maybe have vocal chops stuttering the phrase “wrong hands” as an effect?)

Bridge (Fast Rap Section, Builds Tension Before the Drop)

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Verse 1 (Spoken-Word / Rhythmic Flow) (Chaotic, setting up the metaphor—bad drivers as bad relationships) Red light, foot down, someone’s in my lane again, Cut me off, no signal—guess we’re playing games again. Rearview full of heartbreaks I dodged just in time, Almost took the wrong exit, but I stayed between the lines. You were different, in the fast lane, but steady, Didn’t tailgate my heart, Didn’t floor it when I hit confetti.. Every crash and near miss taught me what I needed, Now I’m gripping the wheel, full speed, awakened. (Production Note: Keep a pulsing bass and percussive hits like a ticking blinker. Maybe throw in car horns and revving engines subtly in the mix.) White knuckles on the wheel, gripping too tight, Let go, wrong hands never hold you right. Took some wrong turns, lessons paid in scars, But I finally found love in the lanes of the stars. (Production Note: Synths start rising here, intensifying towards the rap bridge. Maybe have vocal chops stuttering the phrase “wrong hands” as an effect?) Bridge (Fast Rap Section, Builds Tension Before the Drop) Red to green, no in-between, they always hit the gas too fast, Chasing dreams with empty tanks, love like smoke—it never lasts. Slam the brakes, they hydroplane, never knew when to hold strong, another wreck left behind. But you? You break the cycle, not just another close call. (Chaotic, setting up the metaphor—bad drivers as bad relationships) Red light, foot down, someone’s in my lane again, Cut me off, no signal—guess we’re playing games again. Rearview full of heartbreaks I dodged just in time, Almost took the wrong exit, but I stayed between the lines. You were different, in the fast lane, but steady, Didn’t tailgate my heart, Didn’t floor it when I hit confetti.. Every crash and near miss taught me what I needed, Now I’m gripping the wheel, full speed, awakened. (Production Note: Keep a pulsing bass and percussive hits like a ticking blinker. Maybe throw in car horns and revving engines subtly in the mix.) White knuckles on the wheel, gripping too tight, Let go, wrong hands never hold you right. Took some wrong turns, lessons paid in scars, But I finally found love in the lanes of the stars. (Production Note: Synths start rising here, intensifying towards the rap bridge. Maybe have vocal chops stuttering the phrase “wrong hands” as an effect?) Bridge (Fast Rap Section, Builds Tension Before the Drop) Red to green, no in-between, they always hit the gas too fast, Chasing dreams with empty tanks, love like smoke—it never lasts. Slam the brakes, they hydroplane, never knew when to hold strong, another wreck left behind. But you? You break the cycle, not just another close call.

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