Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@Steph_Marie_Music 🫶🫶🫶 [INTRO — 4 BARS] [120 BPM. Instrumental only. Low distorted guitar riff. Driving bass. Tight kick. Short slide-guitar accent. Build tension without vocals.] [Spoken — dry, intimate, controlled] “I've got something to say.” [Brief beat] “Listen close.” [FULL BAND GUITAR HIT] [VERSE 1 — DRIVING / INTIMATE] [Female mezzo-soprano. Low chest register. Smoky controlled rasp. Tight rhythmic phrasing. Stay directly on the beat. Do not drag the lines.] I spent too many nights waiting for you to show up and be the man you said you were. You want a woman who knows herself, handles her business, doesn't need somebody hovering over her. Then don't bring me excuses and expect me to clean them up. I need somebody who handles his part without being reminded. Somebody who can hear the truth without turning it into an argument. [Brief instrumental pullback] Move along... [Short pause] I'm not doing this anymore. [Drums build. Bass pushes forward. Guitar rises.] [CHORUS — FULL BAND / CHEST-DOMINANT BELT] [Explosive entrance. Strong rhythmic delivery. Controlled rasp. Female harmony layered underneath selected phrases. No crowd vocals.] I'm dropping the dead weight. Leaving your ego in the dust. I'm too grown for this. Too strong to keep living this way. I want somebody who means what he does. Somebody who can look me in the face and tell me the truth. [Brief band reduction] Not somebody who gets loud when the questions get uncomfortable. [FULL BAND HIT] Pack up your things. Take them with you. I'm done carrying what belongs to you. [Brief drop] what belongs to you. [FULL BAND HIT] [VERSE 2 — PULL BACK / SAME TEMPO] [Keep 120 BPM. Do not slow down. Reduce guitar density while kick, bass and snare maintain forward motion. Vocal remains tight and conversational.] You talk like you've got it all figured out. You always know what to say when you need something from me. But when it gets real, you disappear. I'm looking for somebody who can look me in the eye and say, [Brief pause] “I messed up.” [Return immediately to rhythm] No excuses. No changing the subject. No making it my fault. I'm not here to carry you through every mess you make. I'm not going to keep fixing what you refuse to face. You made your choice. [Instrumental pullback] Now live with it. [DRUM FILL] [CHORUS — BIGGER / FEMALE HARMONY] [Full band returns. Stronger vocal than first chorus. Two-part female harmony on selected chorus phrases. Keep every lyric clearly articulated.] I'm dropping the dead weight. Leaving your ego in the dust. I'm too grown for this. Too strong to keep living this way. I want somebody who means what he does. Somebody who can look me in the face and tell me the truth. Not somebody who gets loud when the questions get uncomfortable. Pack up your things. Take them with you. I'm done carrying what belongs to you. [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME / CLOSE MIC] [Drop to low bass, sparse kick and one dirty guitar texture. Female lead becomes intimate and controlled. No theatrical spoken-word performance.] We're done taking less than we're worth. Done with the games. Done with the lies. Done with grown men acting like boys. [Brief silence] You want respect? [Short pause] Then show me something worth respecting. [Longer pause] Otherwise... [Beat] There's the door. [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — 8 BARS] [NO VOCALS] [Full band instrumental escalation. Heavy kick. Driving bass. Distorted rhythm guitar. Aggressive slide guitar answers. Snare grows progressively harder. Guitar riff intensifies each two bars.] [BAR 1–2: Guitar and bass establish the riff.] [BAR 3–4: Slide guitar enters.] [BAR 5–6: Drums become more aggressive.] [BAR 7: Guitar climbs.] [BAR 8: Full band reaches maximum tension.] [FINAL BEAT — COMPLETE BAND CUT] [HALF-BEAT SILENCE] [FINAL CHORUS — MAXIMUM IMPACT] [Full band slams back in. Female mezzo-soprano chest-dominant belt. Controlled rasp. Three-part female studio harmonies on selected phrases. No crowd vocals.] I'm dropping the dead weight. Leaving your ego in the dust. I'm too grown for this. Too strong to keep living this way. I want somebody who means what he does. Somebody who can look me in the face and tell me the truth. Not somebody who gets loud when the questions get uncomfortable. [FULL BAND HIT] Pack up your things. Take them with you. I'm done carrying what belongs to you. [BRIEF BAND DROP] what belongs to you. [FULL BAND — FINAL IMPACT] [OUTRO — INSTRUMENTAL] [Distorted guitar riff. Driving bass. Two heavy drum hits.] [HARD BAND CUT] [FINAL BASS + 808 SLAM] [COMPLETE SILENCE]
