[Intro – lazy G-funk synth, vinyl hiss] (Spoken, low and amused) Yeah… Started calm. That didn’t last. [Verse 1 – relaxed pocket, then increasing density] Pulled up late with the seat leaned back Bassline bending while the streetlights flash Two in the front, three deep in the back Whole crew talking like we own this block (Beat cuts) Now wait— I’m in the kitchen with a drink and a grin While somebody’s cousin lets twenty more in Floorboard shaking, the ceiling fan spins And the dude by the fridge keeps forgetting my name again (Flow accelerates) (Triplet burst) Back to the beat / snap with the snare Laugh at the heat / act like we care Neighbour keeps knocking / nobody there Turn it down once— then we double it, yeah [Hook – smooth melodic contrast] (Background vocals: “keep it moving”) Ride till the sunlight creeps through the blinds Lose track of the hour, lose track of the time Bass stay low and the mood stay high Whole damn night got a mind of its own tonight (Background: “all night”) One more drink, one more song Everybody swore they weren’t staying this long Morning comes but the beat rolls on If the door still opens, then the party ain’t gone [Verse 2 – sharper delivery, syncopated internal rhymes] Back room packed, front porch loud Somebody’s telling old stories too proud Girl in the hallway laughing too hard Two dudes arguing over whose turn with the cards (Double-time pocket) Tick-tick-boom with the rimshot snap Quick little switch then I sit right back Let the rhyme run wild, then I clip that track Drop one word— bring the whole beat back (Beat returns hard) [Hook – stacked vocals, heavier drums] (Background vocals: “keep it moving”) Ride till the sunlight creeps through the blinds Lose track of the hour, lose track of the time Bass stay low and the mood stay high Whole damn night got a mind of its own tonight One more drink, one more song Everybody swore they weren’t staying this long Morning comes but the beat rolls on If the door still opens, then the party ain’t gone [Final Rap Burst – aggressive rhythmic switch] (Drums tighten, bass drops out) Now I’m— quick with the tongue when the kick gets nervous Words ricochet off the edge of the verses Half of these people don’t know what the word is Still yell the hook like they rehearsed it Snap to the left, then I land on four Three quick rhymes, then I jam one more Beat gets thin, let the syllables pour Then the bassline kicks like it broke down the door (Full beat slams back) (Spoken) Yeah. Probably.
