Cataclysmic
This 90s West Coast Hip Hop fusion explodes with deep G-Funk bass lines and gritty boom bap drums, Phonk cowbells accent the swing, as distorted 808s collide with glitch hop noise, cartoon FX, and sirens, Hype ad-libs, chopped vocals, and retro talkbox leads drive playful hooks, peppered by whistle synths, Lo-fi textures and experimental, jazz-tinged breaks shape an offbeat, genre-melding, hyper pop club banger full of irony and kinetic theatricality
Cataclysmic
This 90s West Coast Hip Hop fusion explodes with deep G-Funk bass lines and gritty boom bap drums, Phonk cowbells accent the swing, as distorted 808s collide with glitch hop noise, cartoon FX, and sirens, Hype ad-libs, chopped vocals, and retro talkbox leads drive playful hooks, peppered by whistle synths, Lo-fi textures and experimental, jazz-tinged breaks shape an offbeat, genre-melding, hyper pop club banger full of irony and kinetic theatricality
Lyrics
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Intro
I’m saying it ahead of time.
Before you enter in my world.
Because later
things get questioned
even when they weren’t unclear
at the start.
Verse 1
Baby you’ll attach .
It won’t take much.
Replies come faster
like spell from a caster.
You notice it,
tell yourself
you’ll slow it later.
I don’t push, i don’t rush.
Then I pull back.
Not suddenly.
I stop showing up
the same way.
You wait.
Assume it’s temporary.
Assume it fixes itself
without anyone trying.
I take one step away.
That’s all.
Hook
I am Cataclysmic, baby.
I am Cataclysmic.
Even to myself,
I am a curse.
I am Cataclysmic, baby.
I am Cataclysmic.
Verse 2
You still reach out
after deciding not to.
You pause.
Type.
Delete.
Leaving doesn’t happen
on your side.
It happens on mine.
There’s hesitation.
Second thoughts.
Messages with no blue tick.
When I decide,
there isn’t another version.
No checking angles.
No seeing if it ends easier
a different way.
Bridge
I don’t change course much.
One mistake happens,
and I stop adjusting,
not immediately,
but enough that you notice
something isn’t moving anymore.
Hook
I am Cataclysmic, baby.
I am Cataclysmic.
Even to myself,
I am a curse.
I am Cataclysmic, baby.
I am Cataclysmic.
Outro
It applies inward too.
Same outcome.
without adding context later.
I don’t know how to correct it.
That’s the sequence.