The Bet

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V6-WILD

[INTRO — instrumental, hard piano stabs, slow 808 glide]

[VERSE 1 — tight flow, low and steady]
Dinner conversation turned official real fast (uh)
She said dad, I'll quit my phone if you quit that
Pointing at the pack like a lawyer with a brief
Eleven years old with a cross-examine on the teeth
I laughed — then I looked at her face — she didn't
So we shook on it — pinky swear, whole kitchen as witness
She took the pack, crumpled it, put it in her pocket
Said evidence — and my whole chest hit the rocket
First day easy 'cause the pride was fresh and loud
Second day I'm counting ceiling tiles like a cloud
Third day I almost bought a pack at the gas light
Then I pictured her pocket and I drove home in the half-light
Clean — day thirty, my cough sounds like a memory
Day sixty I could smell the rain — it was heavenly

[HOOK — chant it, head high]
The bet, the bet (shake on it)
Eleven years old and she called my debt
No patch, no plan, just a pinky and a kid
The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did
The bet, the bet (shake on it)
Hardest thing I ever shook on, yet
She held my crumpled pack like a verdict, kid
The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did

[VERSE 2 — double-time burst, controlled]
Year one done, we celebrate with cake and a chart
She tallied every smoke-free day like a work of art
Her phone time's down too — she kept her half with honor
We're the two most stubborn quitters, her father and his daughter
Now the money I don't burn goes in a coffee can
Label says her college in her mother's careful hand
And yeah, sometimes at red lights I still feel the ghost
Then I think about that pocket and I don't even come close

[VERSE 3 — slower, proud]
Five years clean, the pack's in a frame now
Crumpled little trophy on the wall by her vows
To herself — she's sixteen and she never touched a phone
Past nine P.M. — some bets just keep raising the home
And every red light, when the old ghost rides by
I look up at that frame and I don't even try

[OUTRO — piano stabs fade, voice dry]
Evidence, she said
Day four hundred and one
(shake on it)

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[INTRO — instrumental, hard piano stabs, slow 808 glide] [VERSE 1 — tight flow, low and steady] Dinner conversation turned official real fast (uh) She said dad, I'll quit my phone if you quit that Pointing at the pack like a lawyer with a brief Eleven years old with a cross-examine on the teeth I laughed — then I looked at her face — she didn't So we shook on it — pinky swear, whole kitchen as witness She took the pack, crumpled it, put it in her pocket Said evidence — and my whole chest hit the rocket First day easy 'cause the pride was fresh and loud Second day I'm counting ceiling tiles like a cloud Third day I almost bought a pack at the gas light Then I pictured her pocket and I drove home in the half-light Clean — day thirty, my cough sounds like a memory Day sixty I could smell the rain — it was heavenly [HOOK — chant it, head high] The bet, the bet (shake on it) Eleven years old and she called my debt No patch, no plan, just a pinky and a kid The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did The bet, the bet (shake on it) Hardest thing I ever shook on, yet She held my crumpled pack like a verdict, kid The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did [VERSE 2 — double-time burst, controlled] Year one done, we celebrate with cake and a chart She tallied every smoke-free day like a work of art Her phone time's down too — she kept her half with honor We're the two most stubborn quitters, her father and his daughter Now the money I don't burn goes in a coffee can Label says her college in her mother's careful hand And yeah, sometimes at red lights I still feel the ghost Then I think about that pocket and I don't even come close [VERSE 3 — slower, proud] Five years clean, the pack's in a frame now Crumpled little trophy on the wall by her vows To herself — she's sixteen and she never touched a phone Past nine P.M. — some bets just keep raising the home And every red light, when the old ghost rides by I look up at that frame and I don't even try [HOOK — chant it, head high] The bet, the bet (shake on it) Eleven years old and she called my debt No patch, no plan, just a pinky and a kid The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did The bet, the bet (shake on it) Hardest thing I ever shook on, yet She held my crumpled pack like a verdict, kid The bet, the bet — best thing I ever did [OUTRO — piano stabs fade, voice dry] Evidence, she said Day four hundred and one (shake on it)

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