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Clink

2:40lo-fi indie Album SYNY 3 ACT III 2026-04-17

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Description

Mixing Engineer: Noah Glassman

Mastering Engineer: John Greenham

Producer: Hit-Boy

Composer Lyricist: Samara Henderson

Composer Lyricist: Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.

Lyrics and translation

Original

All right, yeah.

I'm at rehearsal, we working new shows to bring to sale.

My mind's a mess, always rushing, I'm always late as hell. New money, new musicians move up as we excel.

I get a call, it's collect, I know it's prison cell.

I already answered, it's too late to turn back. Most times I let them calls ring with no feelings attached.

He always call me at the worst times, and shit get awkward, always talk like it's the first time. I guess his situation just make me uncomfortable.

Young and dopey-eyed Rudy Huxtable, empathic, combustible.

I know who he is, example of a good man. I know that black build them walls 'cause it's in high demand.

He probably need a pick me up to know just where the band at, what shows I got coming up, interviews and the hat. I know he calling for some good news.

I double tap decline.

I rather set it to snooze, give him blues, and hear that clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.

I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict.

I heard a clink, clink. Yeah, clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.

I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict.

I heard a clink, clink. Yeah. We gather 'round the table, first year of being stable.

Break bread that we deserve, that I would spend to truly earn.

I must admit, was never firm in my belief, religious or more distinct, so I pray these moments, take gratitude over grief. Pay homage to the steps that delivered us to a feast.

Where the auntie glasses at? Man, put y'all drinks up.

We got bottles, come around, this ain't no cheap stuff. It was only a few that believed when I was new.

Weren't the closest, but oftentimes I still think of you.

How them calls dried up and eventually ain't come through.

Hope you know my regret in letting comfort cloud my view. I don't know where you be at or if you gon' be back.

Just know you got a place, I made this one just for you.

Sending my love, hope you strong and you getting home soon. With glasses raised, finished toast, started getting the blues.

I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.

I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict. I heard a clink, clink. Yeah.

Oh.

Watch video See You Next Year, Samara Cyn, Hit-Boy - Clink

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