HEY, SAILOR! 💯
Authentic African-American Vernacular English (AAVE) vocal delivery. Use a laid-back, conversational flow with rhythmic cadence. The mood should be confident and soulful. Lyrics & Vocals: The lyrics and vocal performance must reflect key features of AAVE grammar and pronunciation. For example: use of habitual "be" (e.g., "he be working"), zero copula (e.g., "she Ø real cool"), monophthongization (e.g., "ah" for "I"), and vocabulary like "finna," "cap," or "drip". The voice should be natural, not robotic. Instrumental: Smooth synth melody, deep 808 bass, crisp hi-hats, and a slow-burning groove around 100-110 BPM. Add subtle vocal samples or ad-libs.
HEY, SAILOR! 💯
Authentic African-American Vernacular English (AAVE) vocal delivery. Use a laid-back, conversational flow with rhythmic cadence. The mood should be confident and soulful. Lyrics & Vocals: The lyrics and vocal performance must reflect key features of AAVE grammar and pronunciation. For example: use of habitual "be" (e.g., "he be working"), zero copula (e.g., "she Ø real cool"), monophthongization (e.g., "ah" for "I"), and vocabulary like "finna," "cap," or "drip". The voice should be natural, not robotic. Instrumental: Smooth synth melody, deep 808 bass, crisp hi-hats, and a slow-burning groove around 100-110 BPM. Add subtle vocal samples or ad-libs.
Lyrics
We should go down, yeah, all the way down,
Down where the wine keeps goin’ round.
gritty phrasing, no sweetness
Under the ocean, drunk or dry —
Baby, nobody tells the difference down there anyway.
intimate but grounded, teasing authority
Raise that anchor, take your place,
Hold that line — steady pace.
dirty swing, mocking edge
We’ll bring the sea-devil a barrel of rum,
Trust me, honey — he don’t say no to none.
Hey, sailor…
YOU!
No— YOU.
Stayed.
Away.
Too.
Damn.
Long.
I had more than enough time
to forget about you.
Yeah, we should go down, all the way down,
Down where the wine don’t ask around.
teeth in the words
Under the ocean, wrong or right —
Baby, nobody’s clean on that kind of night.
You thought I’d wait, you thought I’d stay,
Like some damn port you sail away.
snarling edge
But tides don’t freeze and women don’t either,
I learned that fast — got wiser.
Hey, sailor…
YOU!
I don’t miss you.
I outgrew you.
full power, no flirt, pure command
I got a taste for the sea-born devil,
Not your prayers, not your metal.
slow, crushing delivery
You stayed away — that was your choice.
Now listen close to my voice.
I don’t wait.
I don’t beg.
I choose…
Not you — the one who left.