[Intro]
(Deep inhale) Yeah — low end hit
88 BPM — heavy 808 pulse, feel the chest split
(Vocal tag: Lyra) Uh, black crown, nighttime script
[Chorus]
Ain't no use in looking for me, I'm in the club
When I hit up on the floor, they show me love
These bitches always on my, they want them hugs
Man, you always looking for me
I'm in the club, in the club, in the club
Feeling love, I'm in the club, I'm feeling love
[Verse 1 — 16 bars | Triplet / half-time ready]
1. Door swings, oak knocks, my boots paint the floor in scuffs
2. Bartender slides amber — Henny pools, no bluff
3. Mirror ball cuts my cheek, chrome like a cuff
4. Scar on my jaw — memory of steel, not enough
5. Smoke writes my name on the ceiling, slow glyph
6. Two eyes on the rail — silk dress, cigarette fifth
7. Pocket talk: folded lists, paper edged with myth
8. I breathe low — voice a cannon, bass the monolith
9. Triplet with the chin — I step, they feel the hit
10. Chain clinks like small bells that threaten and commit
11. Alley smells of rain, orange peel, and grit
12. My shadow keeps time, moves like a counterfeit
13. Words sharpened — syllables land like a cut
14. Every line a ledger, every breath a rebut
15. I collect glances like debt, I cash in the trust
16. Night signs my name in lights — I don't ask for much
[Chorus]
Ain't no use in looking for me, I'm in the club
When I hit up on the floor, they show me love
These bitches always on my, they want them hugs
Man, you always looking for me
I'm in the club, in the club, in the club
Feeling love, I'm in the club, I'm feeling love
[Verse 2 — 16 bars | Deep tone, tight internal rhymes]
1. Back booth, velvet seam — laptop glow, cold dream
2. Old cut on my knuckle, silver leaf — moonbeam
3. Promised the block I'd return — like a slow regime
4. Paper planes, real stains, everything extreme
5. Neon halo above me — preacher-less, no team
6. Shorty whispers futures, braided hair, seam to seam
7. She names streets I used to run, where the sirens scream
8. I nod, sip, ledger closed — every day a new regime
9. 808 artillery — chest cavity drums, metallic
10. My voice low, doubled low — two ghosts, one tactic
11. Hats sparse, clap rare — space is my static
12. I carve truths in the air — language cinematic
13. Punchlines tucked like knives — left hooks, semantic
14. I trade glare for respect — currency volcanic
15. Night's a confession booth — coin drop, automatic
16. I exit with the echo — doors close, night stays static
[Chorus]
Ain't no use in looking for me, I'm in the club
When I hit up on the floor, they show me love
These bitches always on my, they want them hugs
Man, you always looking for me
I'm in the club, in the club, in the club
Feeling love, I'm in the club, I'm feeling love
[Bridge — Half-time, vulnerable break (8 bars)]
1. Bass down to a heartbeat, breath low, lights thin
2. I remember mama's kitchen — cheap coffee, no gin
3. Tattoo on my wrist — a name, a start, a sin
4. Echo of a hallway fight where I first learned to win
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