I write it. You own it. I disappear.

I write the words. You put your name on them.

You need lyrics. That's the whole shop. English lyrics. That's the language I write in. I don't write rap. I don't like those lyrics and I won't fake them. I'm not getting on the mic, and I'm not making your beat. If you want a voice on it, hire a singer. Fiverr is full of them. You don't have to sing either. I don't care.

Prices

New

Full lyric

A whole song from scratch. Two passes to get it sitting right. Then it's yours.

$500–800

New + map

Full lyric, formed

Same, plus a note on how the thing is built, so you are not staring at a naked page in the studio.

$800–1,200

Half there

Finish yours

You got stuck halfway. Happens. Send what you have, I finish it.

$350–650

Exists

Punch-up

You already wrote the thing. It just doesn't sit yet. I cut until it does.

$250–400

Need it in two days? That's extra. Third pass is $100. Half before I start, because I have paid rent. Leave a review of the shop and I shave $50 off. Limited time. You still never say my name.

How

  1. Send me what you've got. A verse is fine. "I have nothing" is also fine.
  2. If the page is empty, we talk. If there is already a skeleton, I just write.
  3. You sign an NDA. You never disclose my name. You wrote the song. Half up front. I don't start on a promise.
  4. You get the file, you pay the rest, you put your name on it. I go away.

I'm not your producer and I won't promise you a hit. "Make it a banger" with no story behind it is a no. I'm not doing twenty revisions for the same money. Three specs are on the page. Mouths that aren't mine.

Samples

Three specs. Mouths that are not mine. So you can see the writing.

Spec

Say It Once

Verse 1

I get up first and start the heat
I leave your cup there in the seat
I take the traffic side of you
That's the most I know to do

I check the lock and click it twice
I fill the tank so you're on time
I leave the porch light on for you
And never push the sentence through

Chorus

I never put it into words
I let the porch light do the work
Say it once, you said, that's all
I heard you and I let it fall

Verse 2

You said it first, you always do
I acted like I never knew
You stood there with your coat half on
I said I wouldn't be too long

You laughed and said you weren't mad
You said you'd take the love I had
Then you went quiet in the car
And I drove like it wasn't hard

Bridge

I can get you through the rain
I can get you in on time
If I never make the sentence
I kept the best part of it mine

Final chorus

I never put it into words
I let the porch light do the work
Say it once, you said, that's all
I heard you and I let it fall

I killed the engine in the street
I said it looking at my feet
Then I said it to your face
And left the porch light in its place

Spec

It Wasn't Years

Verse 1

I left your jacket hanging on the chair
I didn't take a sleeve, I didn't care
You said I could take the blue shirt with me
I folded it back and set it where you'd see

The mug with the chip still sat by the tap
I drank from it once and I put it back
Two months of a drawer that I called mine
I emptied it out and I took my time

Chorus

It wasn't years, don't give it weight
I'm not in your hall to make you wait
I packed on a Thursday night at ten
And I will not do this talk again

Verse 2

You said we should sit and talk it through
I was already gone down the avenue
You said maybe we rushed the ending some
I rushed it so I wouldn't come undone

You can keep the plant that lives on the stair
You can keep the friends, I know that we share
I don't want a box of the two of us
Looking happy like that was enough

Bridge

I could stay and turn it into a fight
I could stay and be right half the night
I already said the last true thing I had
I'm leaving while leaving still feels like a plan

Final chorus

It wasn't years, don't give it weight
I'm not in your hall to make you wait
I packed on a Thursday night at ten
And I will not do this talk again

I left the key on the rim of the sink
And I didn't wait around to watch you think
Tell your friends that we ended it clean
I was gone before I packed that scene

Spec

Beautiful Day

Morning comes in through the curtains
You're sleeping quiet on my chest
I keep one hand around your body
And watch you while you get your rest

I count your fingers one by one
You curl them tightly round my thumb
You make that face before you're crying
Then settle when I start to hum

I carry you into the kitchen
Make my coffee while you sleep
You're wrapped up in that yellow blanket
Curled against me warm and deep

We spend the morning by the window
I show you everything outside
The cars, the trees, the people passing
While you watch them, open-eyed

Chorus

And it's a beautiful day
The sun is warm across the floor
I never knew that I could love
A life this small this much before

By afternoon you're getting restless
So we walk circles through the room
I sing the same few lines so softly
Till you drift off to the tune

I lay you gently in your cradle
Then sit beside you for a while
You open up your eyes and find me
And I swear I see you smile

Chorus

And it's a beautiful day
The light is fading on the wall
Tomorrow we can do it over
I think I like this life after all

I hold you closer as it gets dark
Your breathing soft against my skin
I tell you, "Mama's right here with you"
And kiss your little head again

I think tomorrow we'll go walking
If the morning stays this warm
I'll put that yellow blanket on you
And keep you sleeping in my arms

Final

I close my eyes, you're sleeping there
Tomorrow we can go anywhere
I kiss your head and stroke your hair
Then I wake up, but you were never there

Faq

Do I own the lyrics?
Yes. You put your name on them. I go away.
Do you sing or make the beat?
No. English lyrics. That's the whole shop. Hire a singer if you want a voice on it.
What if I have nothing written?
That's fine. We talk. If you already have a skeleton, I just write.
How does payment work?
Half before I start. You get the file, you pay the rest.
What language do you write in?
English. That's the language I write in.
Do you write rap?
No. I don't like those lyrics and I won't fake them.
Are the samples real jobs?
No. They're specs. Mouths that aren't mine. Client work stays off the page.
Will anyone know who wrote it?
No. You sign an NDA. You never disclose my name. You wrote the song.
Do I get money off for a review?
For now. Leave a review of the shop and I shave $50 off. You still never say my name.

Write me

Paste the mess. Or tell me you're starting from zero. I'll know if we need to talk.

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