PAPA Z — THE BRANTFORD PACK [INTRO — SILKY FUNK BASS / BRIGHT GUITAR CHOPS] [Glossy keys / crisp drums / vinyl flick] [Female voice — smooth, seductive] ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ [Deep male voice] Uh… Papa Z. Pakistani boy. Brantford, you remember this shit? [Female] ♪ Brantford Paaaack… ♪ [BEAT DROPS] HOOK — FEMALE + MALE [Female — silky melodic loop] ♪ It’s the Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ [Male] BRANTFORD PACK! We were young, we were wild, Never knew how to act! [Female] ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Baby, bring it back… ♪ [Male] Brown boys outside, Putting Brantford on the map! VERSE 1 — DEEP, SMOOTH, CONFIDENT Back when Z rolled through with the Pakistani crew, Fresh white kicks and a jacket brand-new, Couple bucks left, but we talked like bosses, Whole damn night taking wins and losses. Cruise through town with the bassline knocking, See two fine women— Now everybody’s talking. “Yo, who’s that?” That’s Z with the grin, Five minutes later He’s somehow getting in. [Female echo] ♪ Papa Z… ♪ One for the money, Two for the show, Three pretty women saying, “Where we gonna go?” I said— “Anywhere, baby, Long as drinks stay cold,” Young brown fool Thinking we’d never get old. PRE-HOOK [Female — LOOPED] ♪ Brantford… Brantford… ♪ ♪ Bring those nights back… ♪ [Male] Same damn crew! Same damn town! Same damn Z When the sun went down! HOOK [Female] ♪ It’s the Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ [Male] BRANTFORD PACK! Girls in the front, Got the boys in the back! [Female] ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Baby, bring it back… ♪ [Male] Pakistani boys Putting Brantford on the map! VERSE 2 Friday night— Z looking clean, Brown-boy Casanova Stepping onto the scene. One girl laughing, Another saying “damn,” Third one asking, “Who the fuck is that man?” [SCRATCH] Papa. Z. Baby, memorize that. Rolling with the boys— That’s the Brantford Pack. Talk slick, Walk slick, Never had a damn plan, Just enough confidence For about twelve men. [Female] ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ Night after night, Different party, same mission, Pretty women everywhere— Z making bad decisions. Phone number here, Little kiss over there, Wake up next morning— “Yo… How the fuck I get here?” [LAUGHTER / SCRATCH] BREAKDOWN [Beat strips to bass + drums] [Female] ♪ Do you remember… ♪ [Male] I remember. [Female] ♪ Those Brantford nights… ♪ [Male] Hell yeah. [Female] ♪ Do you remember… ♪ [Male] The Pack? [ALL MALE VOICES] BRANTFORD PACK! [BEAT SLAMS BACK] VERSE 3 Now years went by And the boy got wise, Started seeing real life Through different eyes. Used to chase every skirt That crossed my track, Now Z more selective— Can’t live like that. Still got the swagger, Still got the jokes, Still represent For my Pakistani folks. Still remember nights When the whole crew packed Into one damn ride— That’s the Brantford Pack. No fame needed, No platinum plaque, Just memories hitting When the old beat cracks. Some people disappeared, Some never came back, But somewhere in my head— We’re still that Pack. FINAL HOOK — BIGGEST [Female harmonies stacked] ♪ BRANTFORD PACK… ♪ ♪ BRANTFORD PACK… ♪ [Male] WHERE MY PEOPLE AT?! [Female] ♪ Bring those nights back… ♪ [Male] Pakistani boy With the Brantford Pack! [Female] ♪ BRANTFORD PACK… ♪ ♪ BRANTFORD PACK… ♪ [Male] From the old-school nights To wherever we’re at— You can take Z outta Brantford… But you can’t take Brantford OUTTA THAT! [Female — LOOPING] ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ ♪ Brantford Pack… ♪ [Male — spoken] Papa Z. Pakistani represented. Brantford remembered. The Pack… Forever. [Female] ♪ Brantford Paaaack… ♪ [FADE]
