Счёт на Двоих (eng. vers.)v6

Intro — Breakdown CHECK! The table shakes, the bass tears through the room! CHECK! Who’s running up the tab tonight?! Verse 1 — Fast Scream-Rap She storms into the restaurant like she’s leading a parade, She flips open the menu like a treasure map displayed. “I’ll only have some tea,” she says, all sweetness in her tone, Then soup, steak, cake, and coffee claim the table as her own. Her smile seals the deal, her eyes light up the hall, The waiter checks the bill again—he’s seen this trick before. “What a surprise!” she says, the check tucked out of sight, I shake my head: “Here we go again—another pricey night!” Verse Breakdown SPOON — UP! CHECK — RIGHT HERE! Who ordered all this… STOP! Just kidding. Drop the bass! Chorus — Fast Scream-Rap The check says “two,” but she’s ordering for three, Dessert disappears, then the bill comes back to me. I thought, “Romance!”—the whole room roared, “You bet!” “BRO, THIS AIN’T A DATE—IT’S A BUSINESS LUNCH CHECK!” Chorus Breakdown EAT! — PAY! BASS! — SHAKE! It’s all just jokes, Now split that check! Verse 2 — Fast Scream-Rap Third date, bold approach: “There’s lobster all year round!” I say, “That place costs a fortune!” She says, “Relax, I’ve got cash.” My inner bassist snaps the chain and starts to lose control, The guitar says, “Buddy, breathe”—the drums begin to roll. But no big scene, no drama, no hard feelings on display, We split the check, then let the whole band blast away! Verse Breakdown SPLIT IT! DON’T FRET! BASS IN YOUR CHEST! The bill is paid—we’re on our way! Chorus 2 — Fast Scream-Rap The check says “two,” but she’s ordering for three, Dessert disappears, then the bill comes back to me. I thought, “Romance!”—the whole room roared, “You bet!” “BRO, THIS AIN’T A DATE—IT’S A BUSINESS LUNCH CHECK!” Transition — “EEAGH!” EEAGH! Breakdown CHECK — SPLIT IN HALF! BASS — HIT THE FLOOR! Don’t paint them all the same— Let the whole place roar! Bridge — Extreme Vocals But seriously, enough with all the labels, Don’t judge people by the orders on their tables. Love’s no check, no deal, no cash to collect— It hits harder than guitars—and it deserves respect! Final Chorus — Fast Scream-Rap The check’s for two, and life is better shared, Let joy drown out the gossip and the stares. Here’s my confession, no mask, no pretend: I love women—not their checks, but who they are, my friends! Outro — Final Breakdown LOVE’S NOT A CHECK! THE HEART’S NOT A BILL! RESPECT TO WOMEN! BASS — KILL!