URGENT BGT

(Dry, close-mic expressive female spoken vocal,

chewing gum attitude,

minimal kick drum)

Yeah,

check the wrist.

I don’t do waiting lists.

Start the engine.

Lip gloss sharp like a razor blade

He’s still talking, I’m already paid Valet shaking when he hand me

the keys Cold-blooded bitch in a hundred degrees Don't text me "where

you at?"—read the room Exhaust pipe humming that heavy perfume

You move in slow-mo,

I move in stealth Talking to me

is bad for your health

(Filtered rolling bassline rising,

crisp snare build-up, vocal gets bratty and

rhythmic) Tick-tock, baby, you’re wasting my night Redline screaming at the traffic

light Don't call my phone,

I’m out of your zone Catch me in the hills on a

throne of my own

(Deadpan,

biting,

hyper-expressive delivery) Cell service dying,

it’s rapidly spotty

Doing two-hundred, Urgent Bugatti Too hot to copy,

nobody

stop me Look at the body—Urgent Bugatti!

(Massive dirty Tech-Bass House drop,

distorted wobbling bassline, sharp laser stabs,

chopped vocal loops)

Urgent Bugatti— Rapidly spotty!

(Bassline switch, heavy groove) Urgent—Urgent—Bu-Bu-Bugatti!

Shut up and

watch me.

(Beat strips back to just a filthy sub-bass

pulse and finger snaps,

breathy condescending whisper) Ooh,

look in the rearview...

You look so tiny back there.

Is your connection cutting out?

Yeah...

rapidly spotty, darling.

Bye-bye.

Cell service dying,

it’s rapidly spotty

Doing two-hundred,

Urgent Bugatti

Too hot to copy,

nobody stop me

Look at the body—Urgent Bugatti!

(Peak energy Night Bass style,

aggressive metallic tech-house percussion,

pitch-shifted vocal chops) Urgent Bugatti!

Rapidly spotty! Too hot to copy— Urgent Bugatti!

(Yeah, eat my dust) (Kick fades

out, leaving

crisp hi-hats and an arrogant laugh with slapback delay) Urgent Bugatti.

Call me when you can afford the gas.

(Engine

rev and hard cut)