[Intro – warped vinyl crackle + lazy Rhodes] Mmm… yeah… Seven hundred? Ain’t no way… Hunter, we really still makin’ these? (…last one, I swear… maybe.) [Verse 1 – breathy, smooth, half-teasing] I said “this the last one” back at 299, Then 400 hit and you said, “Boy, you lyin’.” Now we at 700, playlist lookin’ like a saga, I’m runnin’ out of metaphors and microwave dramas. Still… you show up, tappin’ hearts like it’s a ritual, I drop one line and y’all actin’ spiritual. Lo-fi crackle, bass low, feel the undertow— If this ain’t the last one… well, you already know. [Pre-Chorus – airy dual vox + light choir reverb] Ohhh, I keep sayin’ it’s the last one… But the vibe keep beggin’ for a fast one… Ohhh, you keep pullin’ me back in— Guess 700 ain’t the end… [Chorus – warm, vibey, catchy in a laid-back way] This the last one (mmm), 700 special, Chillin’ in the glow, low-frequency level. This the last one (yeah), I promise… kinda, Lo-fi love notes—you the real headliner. Last one (maybe), who can really tell? Every time I quit, y’all ring another bell. This the last one, let the Rhodes hum slow… If I make 701, don’t tell nobody though. [Verse 2 – smoother, funnier, more self-aware] Mic crooked, room dim, hoodie on—let’s begin, Tryna write the final song but the muse walkin’ in. She said, “You know they want more,” I said, “Baby, don’t expose me.” She laughed, “You addicted,” yeah… somebody hold me. Choir reverb hittin’ like a midnight confession, Y’all turned my lazy hobby to a whole profession. Every drop a joke, every vibe a little blessing— If 700’s the finale, then consider this my lesson. [Pre-Chorus – floaty, mellow tension] Ohhh, I keep sayin’ it’s the last one… But your comments keep feelin’ like a blast, huh… Ohhh, guess I’m here ’til the wheels fall off— Lo-fi heartbeat, steady in the soft. [Chorus – fuller harmony, still laid-back] This the last one (mmm), 700 special, Chillin’ in the glow, low-frequency level. This the last one (yeah), I promise… kinda, Lo-fi love notes—you’re the real headliner. Last one (probably), but we vibe so well… Every “drop more?” hits like a spell. This the last one, let the vinyl run low… If 701 drops… you ain’t hear it though. [Bridge – stripped down, Rhodes + hush vox] Seven hundred deep, how we get this far? I blinked one time, now I’m basically a star. You say “finale,” but you know that’s cap— Next week I’ll be back with another soft trap. [Final Chorus – choir bloom, dreamy, comedic sigh] This the last one (ooooh), 700 special, Sink into the bass, ride the lo-fi level. This the last one (promise… kinda), Late-night drop king, unintentional grinder. Last one (okay fine), let the chorus glow— Just pretend I’m done… even if we both know… [Outro – vinyl fade, soft laugh] Last one… Last one for real… (…till tomorrow.)

Last One (700th Special lol)