Incinerator

[Autotune]
Yeaahhhh
I'm still burnin
I'm just wasted...
[Intro – Half-sung, reverb-heavy]
[B minor chord ring-out, filtered guitar under vocal]
Yeah… [Ad-lib: “Still burnin’…”]
[Spoken] Don’t tell me I’m wasted… I’m just too damn rare to focus.
[Drop]
[Verse 1 – Laid-back flow, mid pitch]
[Bm]
I’m the best at anything I give two f*cks to touch
[A]
But I bounce quick—ADD with a golden clutch
[G]
Started 10 careers before your shift began
[F#m]
[Ad-lib: “Facts!”] I ghost 'em all like a haunted brand
[Bm]
Make music, paint thoughts, roll blunts, then vanish
[A]
My vibe’s Basquiat with a southern accent
[G]
[Backing vox: “Woo!”]
Coulda been a kingpin, scholar, priest, or preacher
[F#m]
But I drift like ash off a smokin' reefer
[Pre-Chorus – Melody laced, light autotune pitch]
[Bm]
I work hard, but I’m lazy by design
[A]
Marathon thoughts, but I never reach the line
[G]
Tried love, tried war, tried money, tried peace
[F#m]
[Falsetto ad-lib: “Can’t stay still, nah”]
None of it ever got a lease
[Chorus – Big hook, distorted guitar backing]
[Bm]
I’m a god in a maze I designed to escape
[A]
Got a dream in the sky and some weed in the drape
[G]
[Backing vox: “Light it!”]
I’m the best at the test ‘til I throw it away
[F#m]
[Ad-lib: “Still flame tho!”]
Burn it down, then forget it the same day
[Bm]
Got a past like a cut with a dull blade edge
[A]
But the future look clean like a hotel bed
[G]
[Backing vox: “Bright lights comin’!”]
If I stick with the fire, I could own this thing—
[F#m]
But I keep throwin’ matches just to watch it sting
[Verse 2 – Rapid-fire, clever rhymes]
[Bm]
Focus driftin’ like a stolen Civic
[A]
Mind’s a genius, heart's a cynic
[G]
Still spit like God took a hit of my brain
[F#m]
[Ad-lib: “High priest!”]
Words flip like loose change in a hurricane
[Bm]
I was born where the trust got repo’d
[A]
Mama cried, daddy ghost, all C-notes vetoed
[G]
[Backing vox: “Too real.”]
But I glow like I’m dipped in sun
[F#m]
Yeah I’m built for the run but I jog for fun
[Bridge – Slowed tempo, underwater vocal filter]
[Bm]
So many talents, it’s a curse and a flex
[A]
I could change the world, but I change subjects
[G]
Still, when I spit, God rewinds the deck
[F#m]
[Whispered] Like “who the f*ck said he ain’t next?”
[Final Chorus – Repeat, add more harmonies & ad-libs]
[Bm]
I’m a god in a maze I designed to escape
[A]
Got a dream in the sky and some weed in the drape
[G]
[Backing vox: “Light it!” / “Run it!”]
I’m the best at the test ‘til I throw it away
[F#m]
Burn it down, then forget it the same day
[Bm]
Got a dream in the sky and some weed in the drape
[G]
[Backing vox: “Light it!” / “Run it!”]
I’m the best at the test ‘til I throw it away
[F#m]
Burn it down, then forget it the same day
[Bm]
Got a past like a poem you can’t rewrite
[A]
But the future look crisp like a Friday night
[G]
[Backing vox: “Bright lights comin’!”]
If I lock in once, I could own this thing
[F#m]
But I keep floatin’ out like smoke from the king
[Outro fade]

Drill-infused trap beat with screamo guitar loops, lazy male vocals, melodic autotune hooks, stoned, bluesy metal