[Intro]
(Production cue: Afrobeat percussion groove meets chilled R&B pocket. Sparse piano chords, upright bass walking, muted trumpet and warm sax fills. Vocal ad-libs weave: "ahh", "yes why", "no boy".)
[Verse 1]
Hey, so fly (no boy)
In my dreams, I dance (yes why)
I'm caught riding on this groove (ahh)
Yes why (no need)
Dreams of us (to be)
Is it just your game to play? (alright?)
[Pre-Chorus — spoken/half-rap, hip-hop pocket]
Lean close, let the lights bend — syllables sync like drum kicks,
Short breaths, long looks — punchlines soft, heart clicks.
Keep the syllables sharp, let the ad-libs snap between beats,
I name the night, you move the heat — call and repeat.
[Chorus]
Let's blur the lines, show me the real
I’m a story untold, I'm a thrill
Feel the pulse, and reveal
Murmurs in shadows, am a mònó
Whispers in echoes, am a mònoʻ
[Interlude]
(Production cue: Afrobeat rhythm tightens for eight bars; syncopated vocal ad-libs shorten syllables — "mòn, mòn, mònó" — muted trumpet answers, sax scat floats above. Short clap-hats and layered percussion create the dance feel.)
[Verse 2]
You sway like a whisper (no boy)
In the wind, but you linger (yes why)
I'm trapped in motions, endless moods (ahh)
Yes why (no please)
Stay close (cherie)
Or is it just a fleeting night? (alright?)
[Pre-Chorus — half-rap, internal rhymes]
Pulse quick, lips flick, city slick — you orbit my moon,
Fast talk, soft touch, heartbeat flush — love's coming soon.
Snap the scene — trumpet blinks, bass streets hum the tune,
Short lines, long nights — we fold under the same June.
[Chorus]
Let's blur the lines, show me the real
I’m a story untold, I'm a thrill
Feel the pulse, and reveal
Murmurs in shadows, am a mònó
Whispers in echoes, am a mònoʻ
[Bridge]
In corners, where silence reigns
I'm cut loose from earthly chains
Questions in the air, emotions surreal
You and I, just a fleeting deal?
[Bridge — call & response / cathartic half-rap]
(Vocal call) In corners where silence reigns — (Response, whispered) tell me more,
(Vocal call) Cut loose from earthly chains — (Response, rising) we break the floor.
(Spoken, urgent) Are we a story saved or a page we fold away?
(Answer, intimate) Hold the night — breathe the truth — let the groove say stay.
[Final Chorus — intimate, minimal instrumentation]
Let's blur the lines, show me the real
I’m a story untold, I'm a thrill
Feel the pulse, and reveal
Murmurs in shadows, am a mònó
Whispers in echoes, am a mònoʻ
[Outro]
(Production cue: Strip to upright bass, soft brushed snare, a lonely muted trumpet sustaining the last phrase. Vocal ad-libs echo in Afrobeat syncopation, final whispered tag: "mònó... mònoʻ...")
(End: let the sax hold a tender two-bar fade while a faint hip-hop vinyl crackle lingers.)
