Bassline Pulse

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WHITTEN — “FAIRWAY HEARTBREAK”

Yeah…

Six-three but he move like five-two,

Big frame, no game, what he gon’ do?

Whitten on the tee, everybody know,

Bro got the height but forgot the skill, whoa.

Whitten six-three, but he can’t get athletic,

Swingin’ at the ball like his arms disconnected.

Pull up to the course, tryna look impressive,

Shot went sideways — bro called it “aggressive.”

Met her on the fairway, now he thinkin’ ’bout love,

She got ten dudes lined up, he ain’t one of the ones.

He be dreamin’ ’bout her, she don’t feel the same,

Whitten caught feelings, now he losin’ the game.

Whitten got height, but the talent ain’t there,

Tryna play sports, everybody stop and stare.

Throw him a football? Better move out the way,

Put him on a basketball court, he’ll be lost all day.

But give bro a golf club, yeah, that’s his domain,

Still shootin’ triple digits, causin’ pain.

Talkin’ ’bout his swing like he mastered the craft,

Ball went three yards — everybody laughed.

Then he saw her on the eighteenth hole,

One little smile had him losin’ control.

Started playin’ golf like he had somethin’ to prove,

Chunked his next shot straight into the groove.

Whitten six-three, but he can’t get athletic,

Swingin’ at the ball like his arms disconnected.

Pull up to the course, tryna look impressive,

Shot went sideways — bro called it “aggressive.”

Met her on the fairway, now he thinkin’ ’bout love,

She got ten dudes lined up, he ain’t one of the ones.

He be dreamin’ ’bout her, she don’t feel the same,

Whitten caught feelings, now he losin’ the game.

She got dudes in the DMs, dudes at the tee,

Whitten thinkin’, “One day she gon’ notice me.”

But she keep walkin’, barely look his way,

Whitten on the range practicing all day.

He bought new clubs, said, “This gon’ change things,”

Still hit the ball like it got invisible wings.

Six-three silhouette, heart made of glass,

She said “we’re just friends,” bro was finished at last.

Now he ride home, music loud in the truck,

Golf score lookin’ worse than his love luck.

He wanted a fairytale, she wanted her space,

Whitten learned real quick you can’t force a chase.

Six-three…

Zero bounce…

Zero handles…

Zero chance on the golf course.

😂

Whitten, put the driver down, bro.

You’ve suffered enough.