Mrs. Blair Warner (progeny a wretch)
A lo-fi, hypnotic groove kicks off with thick, fuzzy guitar riffs, deep bass, and dry, punchy drums, enriched by tactile percussion. Verses layer reverb-heavy leads and analog synth surges atop stacked guitars, driven by a hybrid beat of dusty drums and rumbling 808s. Chorus sections intensify with feedback-drenched guitars and subtle synth accents. Vocals shift between desert rock grit and hazy rap, floating over a dense mix for an immersive weirdcore atmosphere.
Mrs. Blair Warner (progeny a wretch)
A lo-fi, hypnotic groove kicks off with thick, fuzzy guitar riffs, deep bass, and dry, punchy drums, enriched by tactile percussion. Verses layer reverb-heavy leads and analog synth surges atop stacked guitars, driven by a hybrid beat of dusty drums and rumbling 808s. Chorus sections intensify with feedback-drenched guitars and subtle synth accents. Vocals shift between desert rock grit and hazy rap, floating over a dense mix for an immersive weirdcore atmosphere.
Lyrics
[Intro]
"Mrs. Blair Warner"
[Verse 1]
"Mrs. Blair Warner"
I know how it aches…
Your kids turn signaled behind the wheel of fate…
An-da-tings-dey-do, the things they put you through…
Twistin’ the Phillip's Head…
Lord, I swore I’d seen it all when I was half their worth…
Mmm… Mmm… (ooh, ooh)…
[Verse 2]
"Mrs. Blair Warner"
I know how it stings…
Your grandbaby’s father don’t answer the ring…
And if he showed his face, I’d break his Dick…
A man who leaves a funk like that?
Oughta crawl a head of dat hick…
[Verse 3]
At seven a.m., you're screaming like it’s six a.m.…
We all swore we’d make it through the rhyme quiz…
But then, she began to bend…
Wisdom is a war that never ends…
You win the battle just to break again…
Oh… progeny a wretch…
And some knowledge could turn out much different…
Mmm… Mmm… (ooh, ooh)…
[Chorus]
They was born under the wildest comic red stars…
Waiting like a Waffle House bounce blouse…
She’s a stray witch with a kitten’s heart…
Pulling up in Doctor Who Chuck Taylor shoes…
Oh Lord…
[Bridge]
Like "Mrs. Blair Warner"
Take another drag and say a prayer…
Oh my God…
Another wrong turn from getting on board…
And I’ll leave her sister next time round…
If we even get another round…
Smokin' Blair Warner…
Mmm… Mmm… (ooh, ooh)…
[Verse 4]
"Mrs. Blair Warner"
The nights are getting colder…
Fairytales fade fast in the little pink folder…
I’m living on the edge of luck, less funk…
Where the bottom only looks out and ducks…
[Pre-Chorus]
To put it plain and pimple…
I was made for lovin' you, baby…
You were made for lovin' me...
And I curse the clouds that hover above you…
Can I take the test again?
"Mrs. Blair Warner"
[Outro]
Mmm… Mmm… (ooh, ooh)…
[Instrumental Ending]
(Mrs. Blair Warner)