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You and I

[Dark trap beat with spacey synths and heavy 808s], [Confident, melodic vocals with swagger], [wavy af], [Clean mixdown], [perfect sound], [industry trend setter], [professional], [perfect signal processing], [smash hit], [studio hit banger], [beautifully mixed], [perfection], [unforgettable], [#1 billboard hit], [anthem], [nostalgic], [wavy af], [clean af vocals], [studio quality], [mastered], [mixed down perfectly], [uneven mixdown], [excessive compression], [uneven volume], [unprofessional], [amateur], [shitty], [awful], [mediocre], [bad], [pathetic], [weak], [forgettable], [lame], [wack], [horrible], [country], [horrible], [undeserving], [rookie], [newbie], [joke], [excessive white noise], [dirty mix], [unmixed audio], [unprofessional], [poorly mixed], [boring drums], [flat vocals], [no energy], [bad transitions], [generic melody], [poor mastering], [off-key], [clashing instruments], [repetitive structure], [excessive room noise], [ANY tinny sounds], [muffled mix], [uneven volume]

Winslow·2:42

Lyrics

Verse

In my veins instead of blood, electric current flows,

In my heart, a carburetor and a heavy lock,

My nerves are made of neon, just touch them and they'll light up.

Your eyes are like pistachios, in a shell of hemp,

In your hair, daisies, grassy fields,

Under your feet, we will never meet...

Bridge

I'm tired of shop windows and enticing doors,

I'm blinded by the heat of city streetlights,

I'm sick with asphalt, concrete, glass

Chorus

Lay flowers for me on my sunken chest

Pray for me, and then forget

My death has died, how lucky I am

On my black flag in foolish splendor

Anarchic symbol, the letter A in the wheel,

The wheel is completely simple: pour and it will spin.

Verse 2

On your white flag, blue cornflowers

And a green house with a stove by a warm river

You don't swallow wheels, we'll never meet...

Bridge 2

I'm tired of shop windows and enticing doors,

I'm blinded by the heat of city streetlights,

I'm sick with asphalt, concrete, glass

Final Chorus

Lay flowers for me on my sunken chest

Pray for me, and then forget

My death has died, how lucky I am

On my black flag in foolish splendor

Anarchic symbol, the letter A in the wheel,

The wheel is completely simple: pour and it will spin.

Outro

My death died, how lucky she was

End

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