<vocal_gender female> <vocal_type solo_female_lead> <vocal_register chest_voice> <vocal_tone low, gritty, weathered, feral> <vocal_dynamics tight_then_explosive> <vocal_focus centerpiece> <vocal_delivery spitfire, raw_controlled, emotionally_unfiltered> <tempo midrock_grunge> <key d_minor> <time_signature 4_4> <vocal_entry bar_1_beat_3> <count_in off> <instrumentation distorted_guitar_low_riff, bass_dirty_fuzz, drums_loose_room, feedback_layers, subtle_industrial_noise> <instrument intro dirty_bass_riff_with_feedback> <instrument verse muted_guitar_plucks_dry_room> <instrument prechorus drum_roll_dirty_snare> <instrument chorus wall_of_grunge_guitars> <instrument bridge guitar_noise_build_and_drop> <instrument outro amp_hum_and_tape_hiss> <production garage_grunge_dark, analog_dirt_saturation, minimal_polish, tape_compression_hot> <mood aggressive_disgust, cathartic_release> <space narrow_room_live_amp_bleed> <mix vocal_forward_centered, guitar_left_right_balance_dirty, bass_overdriven_punch> <section outro> slow_fade_with_amp_hum <exclude sounds like tay swif, youthful_voice, baby_doll_voice, whisper_vocals, overly_breathy_folk, polished_pop_lead, off_center_guitar_intro, off_center_instrumentation, hard_panned_intro, unbalanced_stereo_intro, left_channel_only_intro, right_channel_only_intro, abstract_intro_textures> [Verse 1] You smile clean but your hands stay slick,Every promise slides right off your lips. You’d hold me close then check your phone, Made me feel crazy for feeling alone. You play the good guy, wear the right disguise, But I know where you’ve been and I’ve counted the lies. The only trash that needs taking out is you. [Pre-Chorus] You scrubbed your hands but kept the guilt, Some dirt don't wash—it just gets spilt. [Chorus] Lowdown and dirty, that's all we were— Rolling in the wreckage, calling it love's blur. Every touch just left another layer of grime, Lowdown and dirty, and I'm done wasting time. [Verse 2] Your boots track mud across what used to be clean, Left your jacket on the chair like you still live in this scene. The air smells sour, windows haven't opened in months, Even the silence knows you're full of junk. I found your receipts stuffed behind the microwave, Proof you've been dirty in more ways than one. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to bleach out what you did, Some stains hide deeper than the lid. [Chorus] Lowdown and dirty, that's what we made— Sweeping up the mess while you walked away. Every word another smudge I couldn't erase, Lowdown and dirty, and I hate your face. [Bridge] There's power in admitting when it's rotten straight through, Stop pretending filth can shine with the right excuse. I'm lighting a match to everything we touched, Let it burn clean—I've had enough. [Final Chorus] Lowdown and dirty, now I finally see— All that grime was just you rubbing off on me. Keep your lies, your trash, your stained-up creed, Lowdown and dirty, and I'm walking free. [Outro] Left the dishes in the sink where they belong, Slammed the door so hard the hinges came undone.
