[GLOBAL: One deep low-mid male voice. Heavy audible Auto-Tune, thick rasp, warm dirty distortion; intimate, slightly slurred, behind the beat. Seductive confidence, low melodies, cracked falsetto turns, short rapid pockets. Keep hook melody stable and singable. Parentheses are his quiet dry filtered inner voice: unimpressed, exposing his bullshit, never hyping him. Leave gaps for it.] [Intro — close spoken rasp; warm chords and bass pickup] You know them boys your daddy warned you about? Yeah. He was talking ’bout me. [Hook — lazy rising melody over moving bass; higher doubles on “mama”] She don’t fuck with bad boys And I’m the reason for that She said, “No more street dudes” Still tell me where she at I’ll be your daddy Don’t bring me home to mama You like the way I say it You ain’t heard a word after (She heard you.) Don’t bring me home to mama Don’t bring me home to mama I’ll be your daddy— Don’t bring me home to mama [Verse 1 — low melodic bounce; smile in the rasp] I’ll give it to you good I’ll even buy you a bag Teach you about love— But that’s when it all goes bad You picked the one in the window I said, “Get the other one too” Now you picking out my clothes Like you moving in here soon I like how you get comfortable Feet tucked under you Got your earrings on my dresser Like I asked you to I ain’t say take ‘em. See? That’s how I do. (Why you doing that?) [Brief falsetto on “stay”; drop into chest voice] Might tell you stay Then get dressed while you sleeping Kiss you on your forehead You gon’ give that shit a meaning (You know what that means.) Phone light on the ceiling You said, “Who that?” I put it face down Pulled you closer, you forgot to ask (Answer the question.) [Hook — full rolling bass; soft snap and low doubles] She don’t fuck with bad boys And I’m the reason for that She said, “No more street dudes” Still tell me where she at I’ll be your daddy Don’t bring me home to mama You like the way I say it You ain’t heard a word after Don’t bring me home to mama Don’t bring me home to mama I’ll be your daddy— Don’t bring me home to mama [Verse 2 — quick paired phrases, tight low pocket] Taught her how to grind, taught her how to spend Taught her take her time, make him ask again Got her talking slick, got her chin up Now she like her wine how she like her gifts—expensive [Middle phrase sung — soften, rise, suspend “me”] Look what you been learning When you stay with me [Immediately snap back into quick paired phrases] Got her running late, got her missing calls Got my shirt on, she ain’t missing yours I teach you so bad, he ask you where you learned that You gon’ bite your lip— Don’t do him like that (Like you care.) [Return to loose melody; intimate, amused] You was checking your reflection I was watching you You said, “What?” Nothing. Turn around. Yeah, them jeans was made for you Know your order, know your size Know that look before you ask I’ll remember all the little shit Then go missing on your ass (You ain’t shit.) You said, “You always do this.” I said, “Come here.” (That ain’t an answer.) Like being close enough to touch me Make the last week disappear [Bridge — kick drops; bass and silky chords continue] When he ask you where you learned that Say Rose When he ask why you don’t call back Say Rose [Melody climbs; cracked upper note, then low descent] When he ask you where all your trauma come from All your pain— [One beat of silence; close low whisper] Say Rose. (You proud of that?) [Pause; low sung pickup] Don’t bring me home. [Final hook — full groove returns; wider chords, low doubles, high answers] She don’t fuck with bad boys And I’m the reason for that She said, “No more street dudes” Still tell me where she at I’ll be your daddy Don’t bring me home to mama You like the way I say it You ain’t heard a word after (You know she want more.) Don’t bring me home to mama Don’t bring me home to mama I’ll be your daddy— Don’t bring me home to mama [Outro — drums cut; distorted wordless title melody behind lead] Your daddy know my type. [Low, amused] You do too. (Still don’t make it right.)
