Birthday Edit

Needling glacial male MC, LOUD aggressive shout-rap, barked needling bars, never soft never talk-sing, 94 BPM night-shift hip hop, dusty kick, sharp snare, thick bass, ‑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, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑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, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

[Verse 1: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD, needling, barked, punching the last word]
Nine hundred words at midnight on a song you call a fraud
Said it never had a heartbeat, said it never broke a jaw
Said a real one earns the floor by sweating through the shirt
Then your daughter hit my hook like it was written in the dirt
Birthday number seven, speakers in the yard
You stood there with a soda looking suddenly off guard
Every cousin did the dance, every auntie knew the words
You clapped on two and four like you never wrote those verbs

[Verse 2: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD colder, needling, barked]
You want a soul receipt, a scar, a story with a bruise
Like the kick drum checks a passport before it gets to move
Like the snare wants a childhood and the bass wants your ID
Like joy don't count unless it comes with misery
You got a binder full of theories and a face full of doubt
I got a seven-year-old shouting every punchline I put out
You can hate the way I made it, you can hate the way it lands
But you can't unhear your own house putting hands up on command

[Verse 3: Needling glacial male MC, birthday DM, LOUD needling barked, colder on every please]
Then you sent the little message with the polite please on top
Please send a clean one for Saturday, the bad words gotta stop
Please keep the hook the same, she already knows the tune
Please don't tell nobody that I'm asking you this soon
I read it back out loud until the please started to thin
Thank you for the essay, thank you for the spin
Your review was entertainment, your request is something else
Your kids already cleared me, go and clear it for yourself

[Bridge: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD SHOUTED needling, muted guitar stab cuts under him]
Write the hate, play the song
Both can be true, both can be wrong
Birthday starts at noon, bring the cake
Clean edit in your inbox, for her sake

[Outro: Needling glacial male MC, laughing cold LOUD, muted guitar stab rings out and fades]
Clean edit, Saturday
Tell her I said happy birthday

[End]

2782/7500

[Hook: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD SHOUTED, needling, barked, chin up] Your kids already cleared me, sit down Whole party moves when my chorus comes around You typed a thesis on why the blood ain't real Then asked me for a clean edit they can feel [Verse 1: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD, needling, barked, punching the last word] Nine hundred words at midnight on a song you call a fraud Said it never had a heartbeat, said it never broke a jaw Said a real one earns the floor by sweating through the shirt Then your daughter hit my hook like it was written in the dirt Birthday number seven, speakers in the yard You stood there with a soda looking suddenly off guard Every cousin did the dance, every auntie knew the words You clapped on two and four like you never wrote those verbs [Hook: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD SHOUTED, needling, barked, chin up] Your kids already cleared me, sit down Whole party moves when my chorus comes around You typed a thesis on why the blood ain't real Then asked me for a clean edit they can feel [Verse 2: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD colder, needling, barked] You want a soul receipt, a scar, a story with a bruise Like the kick drum checks a passport before it gets to move Like the snare wants a childhood and the bass wants your ID Like joy don't count unless it comes with misery You got a binder full of theories and a face full of doubt I got a seven-year-old shouting every punchline I put out You can hate the way I made it, you can hate the way it lands But you can't unhear your own house putting hands up on command [Verse 3: Needling glacial male MC, birthday DM, LOUD needling barked, colder on every please] Then you sent the little message with the polite please on top Please send a clean one for Saturday, the bad words gotta stop Please keep the hook the same, she already knows the tune Please don't tell nobody that I'm asking you this soon I read it back out loud until the please started to thin Thank you for the essay, thank you for the spin Your review was entertainment, your request is something else Your kids already cleared me, go and clear it for yourself [Bridge: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD SHOUTED needling, muted guitar stab cuts under him] Write the hate, play the song Both can be true, both can be wrong Birthday starts at noon, bring the cake Clean edit in your inbox, for her sake [Hook: Needling glacial male MC, LOUD SHOUTED, needling, barked, chin up] Your kids already cleared me, sit down Whole party moves when my chorus comes around You typed a thesis on why the blood ain't real Then asked me for a clean edit they can feel [Outro: Needling glacial male MC, laughing cold LOUD, muted guitar stab rings out and fades] Clean edit, Saturday Tell her I said happy birthday [End]

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