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.