away; b.e.[rewritting]

Chapter 80

I open the studio door and I see Colson and 2 other guys, one of them being Keith Varon, one of Laurens producers.

"Hey Keith," I say. "What's up Colson. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Like wise," he says.

Colson sits back down on the couch and I sit down by the soundboard.

"So these songs, where are you at with them?" I ask.

"Uh, so this one song, I want to make it about like as a celebrity, everyone knows everything about your life. It's like living in a glass house. I also want to talk about some other artists and celebrities in the song like Mac Miller and Lil peep. It's me opening up more on depression so I figured since you're a big mental health activist, you'd want to be on the song" Colson says. I nod.

"Do you have anything written yet?" I ask.

"Yeah, but it's just about 2 stanzas. And it's kind of rough. We started writing yesterday," he says.

He hands me whatever he has and I read it over.

"We can work with this. What about from a producing standpoint?" I ask.

"Keith came up with this piano progression," Colson says. Keith plays it from a file on his phone.

"Let's write the rest of the song and then deal with the beat because I have a few ideas for that," I say.

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"I want 2 voices on the song, mine and i was hoping yours," Colson said. "You up for it?"

"I'm down yeah," I say.

"Ok, I think we're done writing? Let's see what we all have and edit," Keith says.

"So I was thinking something like this:

Yeah, I fuck up and lose control
Burnt so many bridges, got nowhere to go
Bitches got these motives like Anna Nicole
I'm smoking cigarettes alone until it burn a hole
In my lungs, in my soul, in my denim coat
Same place I'ma keep that knife if I'ma slit my throat
This shit ugly, I was just with Nipsey, now he ghost
They even got my homie Pete out here, like, fuck the jokes
Damn

What do you think?" I ask.

"I love it," Colson says. We continue to go through all the lyrics until we have a finished product.

"Ok now for the beat, I was thinking maybe instead of piano, we do guitar," I say. I get an electric guitar and plug it into an amp.

I start finger picking random chords until I found something that flowed.

I record it and add it to the file. I add some bass and drums.

Keith and I continue to mess around with it until we found something we both liked.

"Alright, ready to record," I say.

Keith sits down in my chair, Colson and I enter the booth.

I put on the headphones and so does he.

I start.

All alone in a glass house
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
M3 in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way

Colson takes over.

Yeah, I fuck up and lose control
Burned so many bridges, got nowhere to go
Bitches got these motives like Anna Nicole
I'm smoking cigarettes alone until it burn a hole
In my lungs, in my soul, in my denim coat
Same place I'ma keep that knife if I'ma slit my throat
This shit ugly, I was just with Nipsey, now he ghost
They even got my homie Pete out here, like, fuck the jokes
Damn