[Intro] (Vinyl crackle, atmospheric synth pads building) [Break] (Stripped drums, heavy bassline only) [Section] (Spoken word, warm, slightly distorted) "Back when the room felt too small for the noise we made, sneakers on the floor, cheap drinks sweating on the table. We kept rewinding the same four bars like they held a secret, laughing through the static, trying not to let it end." [Chorus] (Chopped soul vocal) We keep coming back when the needle hits that groove, same old scratch, same pulse, something to move. Keep it close when the bassline starts to bend, spin it one more time, let it pull us in again. [Instrumental Break] (Cinematic horn section blast, energetic scratch sounds) [Outro] (Drums fade out, lo-fi tape hiss loops to silence)
