[Intro: spoken, dry] Jonathan, too tired to write? But you booked a whole room to roast you. That's management. [Verse 1: eight bars, conversational rap] Grey at the window, blank on the screen, Rain got you moving like a loading screen. Said, "No bars today," then called the whole crew, "Get on the mic, I need jokes about you-know-who." Too drained for a verse, got a casting call running, Weather stole your spark, now the sample pack's coming. They came with a punchline, you came with a plan, Put the roast on a kick, make it slap on demand. [Hook: four bars, clipped chant] Clouds don't get a vote. Cut that joke, let it roll. Bad day, good bass, there it goes. Clouds don't get a vote. [Drop: eight bars, heavy trench bass, chopped vocal] Don't get a vote. Vote. Vote. [Verse 2: eight bars, relaxed swagger] One strange little noise, let it sit in the pocket, Snare hits once, leave a hole, don't block it. Keep the rough laugh, let the last word stutter, Then the sub comes through like it heard you mutter. No grand comeback, no speech on the grind, Some days you just leave one good loop behind. You asked for a roast, bro, here's what I know: Even your day off got a production role. [Bridge: spoken over drums, two bars] Take the break if you need it. The clouds ain't your label. [Final hook: four bars, chant] Clouds don't get a vote. Cut that joke, let it roll. Bad day, good bass, there it goes. Clouds don't get a vote. [Final drop: sixteen bars, bass call and response] Don't get a vote. [Outro: spoken, beat cuts] Too tired to write. Still executive-produced the insults. Respect.