Wild and lost

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[Intro — tire screech, siren wail, reverse cymbal swell, whispered ad-libs]
(laid-back, deep, rounded tone, whispered)
Yeah… kiss your knuckles… (yeah)
Now hit me in the face… (brr)
Let's go.

[Verse 1 — chopper flow, triplet hi-hats, dark bell melody, layered vocal doubles]
Kiss your knuckles, make 'em bleed, (gang)
then put your fist right through my teeth,
collar of my colored shirt
hides a hundred scars and hurt —
but not these ones! hit me harder! (yeah)
how long you gonna make me wait?
let my eyes go cold and glassy,
black as obsidian, sealed by fate.

[Hook — layered vocal doubles, gang chants, 808 slides]
Take it to the limit, man, (skrrt)
pain's a cheap and bitter gin,
I'm just fragile flesh and bone,
nothing more than that within.
Like Jesus, I turn the cheek:
right, then left? — dead center, aim! (yeah)
Milky Way of bruises blooming,
painted on my face in flame.

[Pre-Hook — car skid sfx, brake squeal, tape stop fx, build-up]
(no vocals — sfx build, 808 slides up, hi-hats roll)

[DJ Scratch Break — turntable cuts, vinyl backspin, metal clang, gun cock sfx]
(scratch) Yeah — bring it back — bring it back — (scratch)

[Verse 2 — double-time, rich resonant baritone, melodic edge, ad-libs]
Take a closer look around — (brr)
everybody's silent, stressed,
heads down, cornered, not a sound,
too afraid to make a guess.
So what role fits you the best? (gang)
Victim? Or the one who swings?
Broken nose is turning blue,
black eyes glowing like a ring.
Tell me, which one of us two
really worships all this pain? (yeah)
Which one of us is the truest
when there's nothing left to gain?

[Hook — repeat, layered vocal doubles, gang chants]
Take it to the limit, man, (skrrt)
pain's a cheap and bitter gin,
I'm just fragile flesh and bone,
nothing more than that within.
Like Jesus, I turn the cheek:
right, then left? — dead center, aim! (yeah)
Milky Way of bruises blooming,
painted on my face in flame.

[Bridge — detuned pads, analog drone, whispered flow, chopper mode]
Kiss your knuckles — hit me — break me — (brr)
scars don't scare me — pain don't shake me —
cheek turned — fist earned — lesson never learned — (gang)
who's the slave and who's the master when the tables get turned?

[Outro — fading 808, tire screech, reverb tails, ambient textures]
(deep, rounded, laid-back, whispered)
Glassy eyes… (yeah)
Obsidian skies… (brr)
Hit me one more time…
Scratch it out… (scratch)

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[Intro — tire screech, siren wail, reverse cymbal swell, whispered ad-libs] (laid-back, deep, rounded tone, whispered) Yeah… kiss your knuckles… (yeah) Now hit me in the face… (brr) Let's go. [Verse 1 — chopper flow, triplet hi-hats, dark bell melody, layered vocal doubles] Kiss your knuckles, make 'em bleed, (gang) then put your fist right through my teeth, collar of my colored shirt hides a hundred scars and hurt — but not these ones! hit me harder! (yeah) how long you gonna make me wait? let my eyes go cold and glassy, black as obsidian, sealed by fate. [Hook — layered vocal doubles, gang chants, 808 slides] Take it to the limit, man, (skrrt) pain's a cheap and bitter gin, I'm just fragile flesh and bone, nothing more than that within. Like Jesus, I turn the cheek: right, then left? — dead center, aim! (yeah) Milky Way of bruises blooming, painted on my face in flame. [Pre-Hook — car skid sfx, brake squeal, tape stop fx, build-up] (no vocals — sfx build, 808 slides up, hi-hats roll) [DJ Scratch Break — turntable cuts, vinyl backspin, metal clang, gun cock sfx] (scratch) Yeah — bring it back — bring it back — (scratch) [Verse 2 — double-time, rich resonant baritone, melodic edge, ad-libs] Take a closer look around — (brr) everybody's silent, stressed, heads down, cornered, not a sound, too afraid to make a guess. So what role fits you the best? (gang) Victim? Or the one who swings? Broken nose is turning blue, black eyes glowing like a ring. Tell me, which one of us two really worships all this pain? (yeah) Which one of us is the truest when there's nothing left to gain? [Hook — repeat, layered vocal doubles, gang chants] Take it to the limit, man, (skrrt) pain's a cheap and bitter gin, I'm just fragile flesh and bone, nothing more than that within. Like Jesus, I turn the cheek: right, then left? — dead center, aim! (yeah) Milky Way of bruises blooming, painted on my face in flame. [Bridge — detuned pads, analog drone, whispered flow, chopper mode] Kiss your knuckles — hit me — break me — (brr) scars don't scare me — pain don't shake me — cheek turned — fist earned — lesson never learned — (gang) who's the slave and who's the master when the tables get turned? [Outro — fading 808, tire screech, reverb tails, ambient textures] (deep, rounded, laid-back, whispered) Glassy eyes… (yeah) Obsidian skies… (brr) Hit me one more time… Scratch it out… (scratch)

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