Serotonin Dealer BITTER LIGHTHOUSE

[Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX](MAX) [REALISM: MAX](MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX) [START_ON: TRUE] [START_ON: "I don't sell nothing illegal"] Clean English diction, soulful boogie, 126 BPM, scene: "Tight funky studio session with live band locked into irresistible groove, " vocal: "Charismatic warm male vocal with swagger and grin in the voice, playful verse with powerful joyful chorus, " instruments: "Funky slapped bass center with wah-wah guitar panned left and clavinet panned right and tight crisp drums with brass stabs on chorus, " production: "Punchy groovy mix, Bass forward and fat, Brass hits wide stereo, Drums snapping, Warm analog tape, ", ‑auto-tune, ‑heavy metal, ‑ambient, ‑dark, ‑minor key, ‑slow, ‑ballad, ‑rap, ‑mumble, ‑lo-fi, ‑muffled, ‑country, ‑orchestral, ‑whisper, ‑gentle

I don't sell nothing illegal Just walk into a room and things improve The playlist fixes itself The thermostat finds the sweet spot People start laughing at things that aren't funny But somehow are Serotonin dealer I don't charge I just show up Serotonin dealer One hit of my energy And your whole week looks up My dentist smiles back at me The DMV lady waved me through A toddler on the bus gave me her cracker That's the highest honor you can get Serotonin dealer I don't charge I just show up Serotonin dealer One hit of my energy And your whole week looks up It's not fake it's not forced It's just what happens when you stop Trying to be impressive And start trying to be warm SEROTONIN DEALER I don't charge I just show up Serotonin dealer One hit of this energy And your whole week Your whole month Your whole LIFE looks up

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