Miss The Old Stei Camel ๐ช (Remix) (Remix)
[Hooky melancholic acoustic bluegrass country] [Banjo] [harmonica] [Instrumental hook] [Tight Groove], [Evolving production], [Balanced Levels], [Big drum package], [Compressed kick], [Compressed snare], [Perfect EQ], [Clean mix], [Soft Compression], [Strong performance], [Proper pronunciation], [Soft Reverb], [Good vocal chain], [Harmonies], [Female Lyric Soprano Vocals] [Southern drawl]
Miss The Old Stei Camel ๐ช (Remix) (Remix)
[Hooky melancholic acoustic bluegrass country] [Banjo] [harmonica] [Instrumental hook] [Tight Groove], [Evolving production], [Balanced Levels], [Big drum package], [Compressed kick], [Compressed snare], [Perfect EQ], [Clean mix], [Soft Compression], [Strong performance], [Proper pronunciation], [Soft Reverb], [Good vocal chain], [Harmonies], [Female Lyric Soprano Vocals] [Southern drawl]
Lyrics
Said that there was more that you wanted to see
I told you that i always knew you had exquisite taste
Man, that ole camel used to be so based
I miss the old Stei
The one who kept things true
The guy who drew up a plan
And always followed through
Now it's always some collab, with none of your vision
Feeling devoid of your signature precision
I miss the old Stei
I miss your V3 songs
When you were topping the charts
And never doing wrong
You used to be the one on the frontier, out there
Now Humpty Dumpty is down in the dumpster
Remember Miku metal, no? It's been lost to time
These days you are scared of crossing the line
Long forgotten is the raptor wizard
You never did make one about a dino blizzard
So much outside influence in your ear
Used to make your songs based on what you want to hear
Your motivations gone, you wanna pretend
That when all is said and done, it won't matter in the end
But that's just wrong, that's just sick
Why would you leave me feeling like you hit me with a brick
I miss the old Stei
Who rose to the top
Overcoming the odds
Not knowing the word stop
With the top tier riffs and the falsetto
No end in sight for how far you could go
I miss the old Stei
The one who played his hand
Always taking risks,
At the cost of being banned
Now it's milkin' camels
And hazbeen hotels
Wonderin' what layer we ended up in the nine hells
The start of the downfall, the end of an era
Content with what you did, No longer willing to bear a
Piece of yourself, a casualty of self doubt,
Just farming for clout, at the cost of the devout
I miss the old Stei
The one from way back then
Where every song you made
Turned out to be a ten
With the dinosaurs and the space travel
When did all that creativity start to unravel
I miss the old Stei
I miss my camelussy friend
The one who makes the music that he wants to make
No matter how many credits he spends
Sorry Stei, but not sorry
I never miss the opportunity
To tease that ole camel friend of mine
From now till the end of time.