[Intro — vinyl crackle, upright piano, lazy bass] [Spoken] Okay. Consensus reached. I’m weird. Last time, I promise. [pause] …Probably. [brass pickup] Anyway— Verse 1 One came back with receipts, all highlighted and signed, Fair enough, I heard you, no appeal from my side. Stamp it, file it, put the verdict away, We’ve squeezed enough mileage out of that one today. Started with shoes, somehow ended with charts, Three songs later we’re still throwing darts. I could write another thesis, but where’s the fun in that? [beat pauses] Nah. Drop the track. Pre-Chorus No case to defend, No point to prove, Just another beat and something to do. Every time it settles down, somebody grabs a pen— Well. Here we go again. Chorus Here we go again, Another beat, another pen. Started as a joke, now look at this mess— Somehow it keeps getting better instead. Here we go again, Don’t know where it starts or ends. Throw another verse, let the whole thing spin— Here we go again. [Electro-swing horn break] Verse 2 Oh hey, you’re here. Do you know what’s going on? [pause] …No? Cool. Carry on. Heard there was a fight, came walking through the door, Didn’t read the history, still asked for more. No context, full send, picked yourself as your team— Honestly? That might be the cleanest strategy I’ve seen. One: siding with yourself. Two: still siding with yourself. Three: no idea what started the mess. Four— You know what? Respect. Pre-Chorus One brought receipts, One brought absolutely none. I brought a brass section and questionable judgment for fun. Nobody called a meeting, Nobody drew up a plan— Somebody heard music. And somebody said: “Bet.” Chorus Here we go again, Another beat, another pen. One knows the lore, one just wandered in, And somehow both ended up joining in. Here we go again, Pass the rhythm round the room. Nobody knows what the next track brings— Good. Let it bloom. Breakdown — swing gets heavier Write one. Drop one. Somebody answer back. Take one joke, somehow manufacture a track. Wrong turn. Right beat. Straight into the wall. If you ain’t weird, you ain’t normal— So I guess that covers us all. [BRASS HIT] Verse 3 I’m not keeping score, I forgot who’s ahead, Probably lost the scoreboard somewhere in the thread. Every time I think, “Well, surely that’s the end,” Somebody drops a link and we’re doing this again. So bring whatever sound makes your brain light up, Rap it, swing it, turn the whole thing up. You don’t need a grand point underneath every chord— Sometimes a joke gets legs. Sometimes you just get bored. Final Chorus HERE WE GO AGAIN! Another beat, another pen! Started with a shoe joke, now we’ve got a cast, And somehow every round gets bigger than the last. HERE WE GO AGAIN! Who knows where the hell this ends? No grand revelation, no clever defense— If you ain’t weird, you ain’t normal. So apparently we’re all making sense. Just music. Just nonsense. And apparently friends. [Music strips down to bass and piano] One brought receipts. One brought no context. I brought whatever the hell this is. [pause] So tell me— Which one here is normal? [beat cuts] I’ll wait. [long pause] I’m getting bored. [Massive brass hit. Hard stop.]
