Ain't that a bitch

electropop, smooth funk, pop rock, brass, drums and bass, energetic, jazz, electro

[Intro]
[Snare crack, bass slap, crowd murmur rising]
Clock in, clock out, same damn circus, new outfit
Right hook paycheck, left hook crisis—love it?

[Verse 1]
Late rent, late fees, early grave in my inbox,
Boss bark, teeth sharp, smile plated like a gold watch.
Dream car, test drive, broke down at the lane switch,
Lifestyle dangling on a live wire—ain’t that a—

Side quest heartbreak, main quest overtime,
Text threads ghosted while I’m posting that I’m “doing fine.”
Champagne wishes in a discount fridge,
Whole future hanging off a rusted bridge.
Got a “next big thing” on a layaway list,
Every near-miss kiss tastes like counterfeit bliss.
Every time I get a grip the floor does a twitch,
Whole world windmilling with a sucker punch—

[Pre-Chorus]
[HEY!]
High hopes, low funds, tightrope, no net, oh shit.
[HA!]
Right there, so close, so lit, slip, trip—

[Chorus]
Hands up if you ever had it almost in your hands, then it slipped (woo!)
Whole crowd screaming like the jackpot rigged that script.
Every upturn swerves, every yes gets flipped,
Every clean-cut win gets seam-ripped.
You grind, you climb, hit prime, life hits the kill switch,
Big stage, bright lights, mic drop—static.
Oh, you thought this ride came with a fix?
Whole sky laughing, thunder in the mix—
Ain’t that a bitch?

[Verse 2]
New day, same bills, plot twist in my front door,
Love life Jenga, pull one block—hit the damn floor.
Cupid’s on commission, missed shots on repeat,
Matched with a masterpiece, lost her in a bad week.
Phone buzz: “We’re thrilled… not to offer you the role.”
Dress code: hopeful; dress down: console.
Handshake, fake grace, “so impressed,” what a sales pitch,
Walk out, raincloud, coin flip ditch.

City’s all teeth, gold grills over cracked stone,
Smile in the selfie while you’re bleeding through the ringtone.
Dreams in a chokehold, faith doing crowd control,
Life lines up just to hit below the payroll.
Every almost-moment framed, then it pitch-shifts,
Neon promise turning back to a slow drift.
Front row seat to the cosmic bait-and-switch,
Cheerful little car crash of a plot twist—

[Pre-Chorus 2]
[HEY!]
Stacked deck, slick talk, contract in fine print.
[HA!]
Step up, slip down, cue that wink—

[Chorus]
Hands up if you ever had the jackpot flashing “one more spin” (one more spin!)
Wallet thin, wide grin, heartbeat on the violin.
When the good news knocks but the handle won’t click,
When the sun comes out just to call in sick,
You grind, you climb, high-five, then lose your grip,
Gold chain snaps mid-victory pic.
Whole joke lands with a cosmic twitch—
Ain’t that a bitch?

[Bridge]
[Breakbeat drops, bass front and center]
Got a PhD in “so close,” major in “next time,”
Minor in “almost mine,” thesis on “climb.”
Every silver lining got a service fee stitch,
Every plot armor’s got a manual glitch—
(Nope, scratch that, armor never shipped.)
But I still strut like the fall’s part of the dance,
Spin on the slap like I planned that chance.
If life’s gonna swing, I swing right back rich
In nerve, in nerve, in nerve—

[Breakdown Chorus]
[Call & Response]
You want the win? [YEAH!]
You get the ditch. [DAMN!]
You get the pitch, switch, kick—
Ain’t that a bitch?

[Final Chorus]
Hands up, lean in, this is our unfixed anthem (HEY!)
For the “so damn close” chosen, broke and still dancing (HEY!)
For the ones knocked down mid-hype, mid-switch,
For the punchline kids with the comeback twitch.
We rise, we fall, still talk that slick,
Turn every cheap shot into main-stage shtick.
Laugh through the hit, whole crowd in the mix—
One last time, scream it out—
Ain’t that a bitch?

[Outro]
[Bass run, horn stab, tape stop.]

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[Intro] [Snare crack, bass slap, crowd murmur rising] Clock in, clock out, same damn circus, new outfit Right hook paycheck, left hook crisis—love it? [Verse 1] Late rent, late fees, early grave in my inbox, Boss bark, teeth sharp, smile plated like a gold watch. Dream car, test drive, broke down at the lane switch, Lifestyle dangling on a live wire—ain’t that a— Side quest heartbreak, main quest overtime, Text threads ghosted while I’m posting that I’m “doing fine.” Champagne wishes in a discount fridge, Whole future hanging off a rusted bridge. Got a “next big thing” on a layaway list, Every near-miss kiss tastes like counterfeit bliss. Every time I get a grip the floor does a twitch, Whole world windmilling with a sucker punch— [Pre-Chorus] [HEY!] High hopes, low funds, tightrope, no net, oh shit. [HA!] Right there, so close, so lit, slip, trip— [Chorus] Hands up if you ever had it almost in your hands, then it slipped (woo!) Whole crowd screaming like the jackpot rigged that script. Every upturn swerves, every yes gets flipped, Every clean-cut win gets seam-ripped. You grind, you climb, hit prime, life hits the kill switch, Big stage, bright lights, mic drop—static. Oh, you thought this ride came with a fix? Whole sky laughing, thunder in the mix— Ain’t that a bitch? [Verse 2] New day, same bills, plot twist in my front door, Love life Jenga, pull one block—hit the damn floor. Cupid’s on commission, missed shots on repeat, Matched with a masterpiece, lost her in a bad week. Phone buzz: “We’re thrilled… not to offer you the role.” Dress code: hopeful; dress down: console. Handshake, fake grace, “so impressed,” what a sales pitch, Walk out, raincloud, coin flip ditch. City’s all teeth, gold grills over cracked stone, Smile in the selfie while you’re bleeding through the ringtone. Dreams in a chokehold, faith doing crowd control, Life lines up just to hit below the payroll. Every almost-moment framed, then it pitch-shifts, Neon promise turning back to a slow drift. Front row seat to the cosmic bait-and-switch, Cheerful little car crash of a plot twist— [Pre-Chorus 2] [HEY!] Stacked deck, slick talk, contract in fine print. [HA!] Step up, slip down, cue that wink— [Chorus] Hands up if you ever had the jackpot flashing “one more spin” (one more spin!) Wallet thin, wide grin, heartbeat on the violin. When the good news knocks but the handle won’t click, When the sun comes out just to call in sick, You grind, you climb, high-five, then lose your grip, Gold chain snaps mid-victory pic. Whole joke lands with a cosmic twitch— Ain’t that a bitch? [Bridge] [Breakbeat drops, bass front and center] Got a PhD in “so close,” major in “next time,” Minor in “almost mine,” thesis on “climb.” Every silver lining got a service fee stitch, Every plot armor’s got a manual glitch— (Nope, scratch that, armor never shipped.) But I still strut like the fall’s part of the dance, Spin on the slap like I planned that chance. If life’s gonna swing, I swing right back rich In nerve, in nerve, in nerve— [Breakdown Chorus] [Call & Response] You want the win? [YEAH!] You get the ditch. [DAMN!] You get the pitch, switch, kick— Ain’t that a bitch? [Final Chorus] Hands up, lean in, this is our unfixed anthem (HEY!) For the “so damn close” chosen, broke and still dancing (HEY!) For the ones knocked down mid-hype, mid-switch, For the punchline kids with the comeback twitch. We rise, we fall, still talk that slick, Turn every cheap shot into main-stage shtick. Laugh through the hit, whole crowd in the mix— One last time, scream it out— Ain’t that a bitch? [Outro] [Bass run, horn stab, tape stop.]

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