Controversy Ft. Bunny Bands🐰

Contemporary R&B and Pop duet at 95 BPM in the key of C# minor, The track features a syncopated trap-influenced drum pattern with crisp hi-hat rolls, a punchy kick, and a sharp snare, A melodic, plucked acoustic guitar riff provides the harmonic core, complemented by a deep, sub-heavy synth bass, The arrangement includes atmospheric synth pads and occasional string swells, Male and female vocals alternate between melodic verses and a harmonized chorus, utilizing modern pitch correction and light reverb, The structure includes a breakdown with a solo guitar and a final section with layered vocal ad-libs

[Intro]
[LAN-LAN]
[plucked acoustic guitar riff, atmospheric synth pads]
There's three sides to every story
His side
Her side
And the truth

[Verse 1]

[male vocals, trap drums enter with syncopated kick and hi-hat rolls]
You thought I traded in, but boy I traded up
Caught you out here slippin', boy you down on your luck
I was out here with you even before you had the buffs 
Had a meeting in the hall way to even link up (mmh)
I was there when your daddy died
Mama couldn't find you, you was wildin' outside
In my arms baby you felt surrounded
Saw my whole life in your eyes, we were bounded
These accusations you're making are totally unfounded
I would've went to jail for you, I would've went to hell for you
If the roles were reversed would you even have the bail? 
Wouldn't care about me unless you benefited as well
I already know about the others, you ain't gotta kiss and tell
Now you want me sitting up here looking dumb as hell

[Chorus]

[female vocals enter, harmonized with male vocals]
I never didn't treat you right, held you down when your future wasn't bright
Where was the gold plated dinner by candlelight?
You said we would have a soft life, lie detector test show that's a lie
Too busy with your boys you was out all night (mmh)
Birthdays was the worst days, only thought about the hoes you was thirst-day
Never coming back again you don't deserve me
Wish I never met you boy you hurt me
Treating me like I wasn't the one
Now I'm 'bout to have my fun (yeah yeah yeah)
You've been messing up for sure
If love costed you'd be poor
Took my love for granted now I'm walk out the door

[Post-Chorus]

[vocal runs, heavy sub-bass]
Whoa, you couldn't pay for me to stay
You can't play up in my face, ooh I gotta walk away
Now watch me walk (hey)
Sorry I gotta walk, gotta walk, gotta walk away
Na na na

[Verse 2]
[~bands~]
[male vocals, drums drop to a simpler pattern]
Boy, what do you mean you gotta walk?
Let's sit and talk, your love did cost
What do you mean? I'm a boss
I used to put you in the finest designer
Everything I bought you knew how to fuck up some commas
Whatever you want I got you, shrimp or lobster
You're not Italian but you sure love some pasta
Now you out here hearing rumors that I have a roster
I don't give a fuck about these chicks, you know you my number one draft pick
Made to the finals, I bought you that ring, never no sidekick
No need for violence, you had the keys to my heart now let nobody in
All these bitches got evicted and you so fine now you get away with tickets
Who did the Beyonce and upgraded you?
Sometimes these women can be so ungrateful
Compare me to your exes, trying to throw dirt on my name like it's seeds in the spring
And then the lines won't stick because I'm Mr. Clean
Cursing me out at the movie theater, you the only one making scenes
Speaking of exes, I heard you were talking to him again
And don't say we're just friends
Your body is a temple, so did you let him in?
Didn't your friend throw a pool party on the weekend?
Ain't me a lifeguard, did it go deep in?
All these accusations with no proof
Lie detector is this bank account telling me I'm the truth
u should've did like the W-N-B-A and played your role
I thought you wanted a ring, what, that's not the goal?
If you want to go, I guess I gotta let you go
Even though I hate to see you walk out that door

[Chorus]

[harmonized vocals, full production]
Treating me like I wasn't the one
Now I'm 'bout to have my fun
You've been messing up for sure
If love costed you'd be poor
Took my love for granted now I'm walk out the door
Whoa, you couldn't pay for me to stay
You can't play up in my face, ooh I gotta walk away
Now watch me walk (hey)
Sorry I gotta walk, gotta walk, gotta walk away
Na na [Outro]

[drums fade out, solo acoustic guitar plucking, atmospheric synth pads fade]

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[Intro] [LAN-LAN] [plucked acoustic guitar riff, atmospheric synth pads] There's three sides to every story His side Her side And the truth [Verse 1] [male vocals, trap drums enter with syncopated kick and hi-hat rolls] You thought I traded in, but boy I traded up Caught you out here slippin', boy you down on your luck I was out here with you even before you had the buffs Had a meeting in the hall way to even link up (mmh) I was there when your daddy died Mama couldn't find you, you was wildin' outside In my arms baby you felt surrounded Saw my whole life in your eyes, we were bounded These accusations you're making are totally unfounded I would've went to jail for you, I would've went to hell for you If the roles were reversed would you even have the bail? Wouldn't care about me unless you benefited as well I already know about the others, you ain't gotta kiss and tell Now you want me sitting up here looking dumb as hell [Chorus] [female vocals enter, harmonized with male vocals] I never didn't treat you right, held you down when your future wasn't bright Where was the gold plated dinner by candlelight? You said we would have a soft life, lie detector test show that's a lie Too busy with your boys you was out all night (mmh) Birthdays was the worst days, only thought about the hoes you was thirst-day Never coming back again you don't deserve me Wish I never met you boy you hurt me Treating me like I wasn't the one Now I'm 'bout to have my fun (yeah yeah yeah) You've been messing up for sure If love costed you'd be poor Took my love for granted now I'm walk out the door [Post-Chorus] [vocal runs, heavy sub-bass] Whoa, you couldn't pay for me to stay You can't play up in my face, ooh I gotta walk away Now watch me walk (hey) Sorry I gotta walk, gotta walk, gotta walk away Na na na [Verse 2] [~bands~] [male vocals, drums drop to a simpler pattern] Boy, what do you mean you gotta walk? Let's sit and talk, your love did cost What do you mean? I'm a boss I used to put you in the finest designer Everything I bought you knew how to fuck up some commas Whatever you want I got you, shrimp or lobster You're not Italian but you sure love some pasta Now you out here hearing rumors that I have a roster I don't give a fuck about these chicks, you know you my number one draft pick Made to the finals, I bought you that ring, never no sidekick No need for violence, you had the keys to my heart now let nobody in All these bitches got evicted and you so fine now you get away with tickets Who did the Beyonce and upgraded you? Sometimes these women can be so ungrateful Compare me to your exes, trying to throw dirt on my name like it's seeds in the spring And then the lines won't stick because I'm Mr. Clean Cursing me out at the movie theater, you the only one making scenes Speaking of exes, I heard you were talking to him again And don't say we're just friends Your body is a temple, so did you let him in? Didn't your friend throw a pool party on the weekend? Ain't me a lifeguard, did it go deep in? All these accusations with no proof Lie detector is this bank account telling me I'm the truth u should've did like the W-N-B-A and played your role I thought you wanted a ring, what, that's not the goal? If you want to go, I guess I gotta let you go Even though I hate to see you walk out that door [Chorus] [harmonized vocals, full production] Treating me like I wasn't the one Now I'm 'bout to have my fun You've been messing up for sure If love costed you'd be poor Took my love for granted now I'm walk out the door Whoa, you couldn't pay for me to stay You can't play up in my face, ooh I gotta walk away Now watch me walk (hey) Sorry I gotta walk, gotta walk, gotta walk away Na na [Outro] [drums fade out, solo acoustic guitar plucking, atmospheric synth pads fade]

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