Lightyear (Original)

The sun had set, casting a somber glow across the room as I stood there, nursing my bruised and battered fingertips. My guitar, still resting against the sofa, served as a painful reminder of my long-lost connection to music. In an attempt to drown my sorrows and numb the pain, I reached for a bottle of Hennessy that I had just purchased. As I unscrewed the cap, the bitter scent of alcohol filled my nostrils, fueling the birth of a familiar persona: King Roach. Taking a swig straight from the bottle, the fiery liquid burned its way down my throat, igniting a flame within me. My body began to sway, and my thoughts drifted to “Diddy Bop,” my earlier musical exploits. I knew I needed to get back into the game, push the limits of my raunchiness, and rise above the depression that threatened to consume me. Stumbling over to my computer, I searched through BeatStars, hoping to find the perfect instrumental to inspire my next raunchy creation. And there it was, a beat by Doble Ache Beats with an eerily familiar sample from “Diddy Bop” at the opening. My heart raced as images of Space Jam and Lightyear flashed across my screen, the universe speaking to me in the form of catchy advertisements. As I slurred the words, “Cuz I’m buzzing like lightyear when she brings that thing right here. Then I’m out of here like spaceman, cuz she’s loving my space jam,” I knew I had found the hook for my newest masterpiece. Despite B’s disapproval, I couldn’t be stopped. My fingers, still aching from my earlier guitar session, hovered over the keyboard as I typed out bar after bar, weaving a tapestry of cosmic innuendos and references. My eyes grew heavy, and my head spun with every swig of cognac, but I pressed on. Each word seemed to release a little more of the tension that had built up within me. I was determined to pull myself out of this rut and show the world that King Roach was still alive and kicking. The room filled with the sound of my frantic typing, punctuated by the occasional hiccup and groan of pain as my fingers throbbed with each keystroke. As I incorporated references to Elon Musk and Stellar by Incubus, my mind raced with the possibilities of where this new track could take me. With every line, I felt myself clawing my way out of the abyss, grasping for the light that awaited me on the other side. But beneath it all, there was a nagging feeling that I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t spiraling down even further. Hours passed, and the bottle dwindled. I stared at the screen, my vision blurry from the alcohol, and read the lyrics to “Lightyear (A Space Jam),” my raunchiest record yet. This was my lifeline, my desperate attempt to rise from the pits of despair and reclaim my place in entertainment.