Green-Light Redflag — Yate

VERSE 1

Choppy, syncopated — ride the bass, every syllable on a separate hit

You're a red flag wavin' in a green light (uh-huh)

Bad news lookin' so good in the moonlight

I-know-I-know-I-know I should hang up the phone (but)

Quarter past the danger and I'm callin' you home

Slightly looser, conversational, let it bounce

You taste like a habit that I swore I'd quit (swore it)

A little bit of heaven with a hell in it

Mama said, "Baby, leave that boy alone" —

Choppy again, staccato, clipped

but the trouble that he stir got me right at the door. (knock-knock)

PRE-CHORUS

Start in chest voice, climb up the scale line by line — each line a step higher

And I-i know that it's wrong (it's wrong)

Push higher, more air

But it feel like a song that I can't turn o-o-off

Higher still, building

Got me reachin' for the thing that I-i-i can't have

Hold the last note, stretch it, then snap

So I'ma take one more taste 'fore the sugar goes ba-a-ad — (here we go!)

CHORUS

Open the throat — stretch every vowel I underline, big and round

You're my swee-e-eet tooth (sweet tooth!)

Rottin' me ou-u-ut but I keep comin' for mo-o-ore

Choppy contrast — chop these three words hard, on the beat

Bad. For. Me. (so bad)

Back to wide and stretched

But I lo-o-ove how you taste when you walk through my doo-o-or (ooh-ooh)

Lift — call-and-response feel, the part the whole crowd screams

I should spit you out (spit it out!)

Stretch

But I swallow you whole, yeah I'm we-e-eak for the sin

Choppy, punchy landing

One. More. Bite. (one more!)

Big stretched finish, let it ring into the groove

Then I'm hooked all ove-e-er again — (again, again)