Write English male vocal melodic rap lyrics blending pop-punk/hyperpop, Drake/Lil Tjay/Polo G reference: Parameters: 98 BPM, G minor, bouncy yet rawly melancholic; core instrumentation: chopped pop-punk power chord loops, glitching sliding 808s, trap beats with rushed snare fills, glittery hyperpop synth strings, wide-reverb delayed piano arpeggios, heavily auto-tuned lead switching crisp rapid-fire verses to soaring wounded hooks, layered breathy ad-libs. Theme: Standing alone under flickering bodega neon after an unplanned encounter with an ex and their new partner, 20 minutes past curfew, half-empty slushie in hand, biting back half-spoken apologies and the urge to call them when you walk home, messy, defensive yet soft, vivid imagery of cracked sidewalk, faded hoodie cuffs, distant siren wails, the hum of passing late-night buses. Emotion: Sharp, bittersweet, vulnerable underneath cocky deflection, that tight-chested ache of still caring when you have no right to.
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[Intro] [Chorus] Neon flickering on my face Blue slushie leaves a bitter taste Saw you with him, what a waste Walking at a frantic pace Twenty past the curfew line Trying hard to say I'm fine But your hand was locked in mine Just a different point in time [Verse] Cracked sidewalk under my feet Faded hoodie smelling sweet Bodega light hits the street Wish we didn't have to meet He was wearing that brand I hate Funny how you couldn't wait I was only twenty minutes late Now you're sealing up my fate [Pre-Chorus] Siren wailing in the dark Bus is leaving from the park Engine throwing off a spark Left a permanent-like mark [Chorus] Neon flickering on my face Blue slushie leaves a bitter taste Saw you with him, what a waste Walking at a frantic pace Twenty past the curfew line Trying hard to say I'm fine But your hand was locked in mine Just a different point in time [Verse] Yeah I'm doing better now Stacking paper, take a bow Diamonds dripping on my brow I don't even remember how How we used to talk all night Fighting 'til the morning light Now I'm biting back the right Holding on to something tight [Hook] Don't call your phone Leave it alone I'm in the zone Heart like a stone [Bridge] Half-empty cup in my palm Trying to keep myself calm World feels like a ticking bomb Singing my own funeral psalm Cuffs on my sleeves are torn Feeling like I'm newly born In a city full of scorn Waiting for the early morn [Chorus] Neon flickering on my face Blue slushie leaves a bitter taste Saw you with him, what a waste Walking at a frantic pace Twenty past the curfew line Trying hard to say I'm fine But your hand was locked in mine Just a different point in time [Post-Chorus] Neon lights Coldest nights Losing fights Out of sights [Outro]
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