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[Strictly follow the lyrics below]

[Intro]
[Begins with vinyl hiss and a lazy drum loop (kick on 2 and 4, slow hi-hat)]
[A muted, "fat" jazz double bass or bass guitar enters, playing a simple, looping groove. A detuned piano or Fender Rhodes is layered over the top, playing melancholy seventh chords. The sound should be slightly "dusty," like in lo-fi]
[A sample from the cartoon "СпанЧ БОба" (laughter or a line) can be inserted in the background, barely audible]

[Verse 1]
[The beat remains lazy. The lyrics should be read almost in a recitative, slightly monotonous, with a "mush in your mouth" – this will enhance the atmosphere of laziness and trance]
[A lazy blues guitar with delay is added to the bass and keys, playing response phrases during the vocal pauses]
[At the end of the verse, on the line "вхожу в транс" the music "drops" slightly, leaving only the vocals and a light ambient to emphasize the state]
Ку-ку, ёпта!
Я закинулся тефтельками,
Укрылся тёплым одеялом на постельке,
Лежу врастопЫрку с набИтою утрОбой,
Залипаю в телевизоре под СпанЧ БОба.

Включаю режим энергосбережения,
Смотрю на потолок в свое отражение.
Без конфликта, дисбаланса, вхожу в транс –
Это мое искусство, это мой перфоманс.

[Chorus]
[Here comes the first contrast. The beat becomes slightly more aggressive, with a powerful 808 kick (like in trap)]
[The bass synth plays a more menacing, simple minor line in the vein of gangsta funk]
[The vocals change: there's more energy, almost aggression, but with a hint of hysteria and justification. You can add some slight distortion to the vocals]
[At the words "Ага!" a sharp synth hit or sample bursts in]
Нет! Я не жирдяй, я не ленИвец
И не надо тут грязных намёков! (Ага!)
Я не виноват, просто так случилось.
Это от рождения кость широкая!

[Verse 2]
[The music returns to lazy jazz-hop, but now an unpleasant, intrusive synth pad is added (a sound that can be associated with nausea or dizziness)]
[It will sound barely audible in the background, emphasizing the "булимию нервную"]
[On the line "Я как ТОни Монтана..." this funky synth takes center stage, replacing the guitar, and plays gangsta-funk style for a few seconds before fading back into the background]
У меня свое импорта замещение,
Вместо джема - бабкино варенье.
К чёрту кофе, к чёрту французский багет
Кулебяку с молоком и сверху пару котлет.

У меня холестерИн, булимИя нервная!
От этого постоянно хАваю, наверное...
Я как ТОни Монтана каждое утро,
Только все хлебАло в сахарной пудре.

[Chorus]
[Repeats with the same intensity]

[Bridge]
[Musically, this is the darkest section. The beat almost disappears, leaving only a pulsating ambient bass and a discordant, background noise (like the hum of a refrigerator)]
[The vocals become quieter, closer to a whisper, creating a sense of intimate confession. This is the peak of self-justification and despair.
In the background, you can add samples of heavy breathing, the clatter of dishes, or the click of a TV]
А спорт это боль, отдышка и желчь!
Мучиться полдня, чтоб полкило сжечь?
Я бы конечно мог, но мне не поможет.
Это всё от природы, просто я так слОжен!

[Chorus]
[The music returns to the chorus arrangement, but sounds even more tired and disappointed. The energy is drained. At the end of the last line, the voice breaks off, and the music slowly fades away]
Нет! Я не жирдяй, я не ленИвец
И не надо тут грязных намёков! (Ага!)
Я не виноват, просто так случилось.
Это от рождения кость широкая!

Нет! Я не жирдяй, я не ленИвец
И не надо тут грязных намёков!
Я не виноват, просто так случилось.
Это от рождения кость широкая!

[Outro]
[All that remains is the hiss of vinyl, the double bass playing out its last line, and the sound of the TV flipping through channels and eventually turning off with a click]

[End]