Brandy
A smooth, groove-driven pop soul track blends crisp piano chords and tight bass with syncopated drums. Slick guitar licks accent the verses, while layered horns punctuate the choruses. Retro synth textures color the bridge, and soulful harmonies energize the catchy hooks throughout.
Brandy
A smooth, groove-driven pop soul track blends crisp piano chords and tight bass with syncopated drums. Slick guitar licks accent the verses, while layered horns punctuate the choruses. Retro synth textures color the bridge, and soulful harmonies energize the catchy hooks throughout.
Lyrics
the girl
is my world
she dont want my word
she want her toes curled
im da man for that
dont want to see the back
look me in the eyes
so I can see the surprise
in your third eye chakra
when i slip the digits in ya pocket
share the deepest
secret
tell ya if i mean it...
i mean it
spill out the bust
On the counter
I'll bounce em
then talk about some
politics you want sit?
well you can sit ...
I'll let you sit if you
show me How it really is
im all about it
If you doubt it
next minute you'll shout it
chorus
it's him. it's he. it's himothy
the god, the goddess
looking into me
then you'll see
what's truly real
hold my breath longer then
a Navy seal
You know the deal
there is no deal
the only deal to make you squeal
brandish it sealed
like Brandy she real
like the '90s R&B
that shit hits hard. you see
they don't make music like that
no more all the music today ..
(snore )
my ears are sore
looking for something more
then ReMi lyric pockets
mm
mmm
mmm
beta ReMi
yeah you beta ReMi
I'm an alpha and I don't need you
my vocabs plenty
some would say these lyrics don't hit
well shit. you might be right
but have you actually red the lyrics
generated in your song tonight ?!
I don't think so
it's like a sinkhole
yeah your shit stinks yea
unless you make it a hook
you'll get picked up
for Remix contest
lip syncing to your favorite
language model yo
is it g p t
you don't think I see
the tells are obvious
em dash hyphens
rhymes that don't make sense
it's all evidence
you ain't heaven sent
you must have lost your scent
cuz your music smells like
it's spent over in the porta potty
sort of rowdy, mostly rotten
dual ply cotton,
soft on your asshole
you wish you could write lyrics...
just ask me yo
I'll write lyrics off the dome
over the top of your favorite poem
edge of the sidewalk Silver-steen
call me necklace, silver gleam
yeah I just rhymed Silver-steen
With silver gleam.
Like your childhood rhymes
pretty lame
but better than your shit it seems
bridge
better than your shit seems
my practice is better than your special team
spending time and writing songs
keep it instrumental your shit last way too long
outro
I'm out
...
motherfuckers motherfuckers I'm out !