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Didn't Get a Picture

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Exultant Atlanta female lead, raspy Southern powerhouse belt, 124 BPM hard filter house, pounding four-to-the-floor kick, handclaps, filtered bass guitar, disco guitar stabs, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑warm mid-range female vocal, ‑male vocals, ‑generic pop vocal, ‑polished pop vocal, ‑dance-pop, ‑sweet vocal, ‑airy vocal
V6

[Verse 1: Exultant Atlanta female lead, raspy Southern powerhouse belt, loud from the first word] Eleven on the dot and my battery quit Black screen, no light, not a single bit Girls in the bathroom saying borrow mine I said nah, keep it, I'm doing fine Left it in my pocket like a brick of glass Walked back in and I let it pass No flash, no filter, no posting the scene Just me and the floor and the space in between [Pre-Chorus: Exultant Atlanta female lead, climbing, louder every line] Nobody filming and nobody to show All I got is right here, so let it go [Chorus: Exultant Atlanta female lead, belted, full chest] No picture, but I was there Arms up high and the sweat in my hair Ask me for proof and I just don't care No picture, but I was there [Verse 2: Exultant Atlanta female lead, raspy and exultant, shouting every line] Met a tall boy with a laugh like a horn Shirt so loud that it looked like a storm Both of us dead with our phones in a pile Talking with our hands for a long long while He said write it down and I looked in my bag Lipstick, eyeliner, an old price tag Rolled up my sleeve at a quarter to three Seven digits black on the inside of me [Chorus: Exultant Atlanta female lead, belted, full chest] No picture, but I was there Arms up high and the sweat in my hair Ask me for proof and I just don't care No picture, but I was there [Bridge: Exultant Atlanta female lead, filter sweep, everything muffled like it is under the floor for eight bars, then the filter swings fully on the hook and the track bursts loud] Lights came up and the floor went gray Heart in my ears on the walk away Sun on the street and the birds awake Held up my arm for the morning's sake [Verse 3: Exultant Atlanta female lead, full force, raspy belt] Brunch with the girls and they rolled their eyes Said you got no pictures, so tell me no lies I put my arm on the table by the toast Seven little numbers, now who's the ghost Charged up the phone and I dialed it slow He picked up first ring and he said hello Didn't need a photo to know it was true Got a number on my arm and a date at two [Chorus: Exultant Atlanta female lead, belted, full chest] No picture, but I was there Arms up high and the sweat in my hair Ask me for proof and I just don't care No picture, but I was there [Outro: Exultant Atlanta female lead, shouted, full band hit to end] I was there I was there Ask him [End]