Fix what’s wrong, but don’t rewrite what the artist wrote. Stick to the official released version — album booklet, label site, verified lyric video, etc. If you’re guessing, pause and double-check.
Respect the structure
Songs have rhythm. Pages do too. Leave line breaks where they belong. Don’t smash things together or add extra empty space just for looks.
Punctuation counts (but vibe-editing doesn’t)
Correct typos? Yes. Re-punctuating a whole verse because it ‘looks better’? Probably not. Keep capitalization and punctuation close to the official source.
Don’t mix versions
If you’re editing the explicit version, keep it explicit. If it’s the clean version, keep it clean. No mashups.
Let the lyrics be lyrics
This isn’t the place for interpretations, memories, stories, or trivia — that’s what comments are for. Keep metadata, translations, and bracketed stage directions out unless they’re officially part of the song.
Edit lightly
If two lines are wrong… fix the two lines. No need to bulldoze the whole page. Think ‘surgical,’ not ‘remix.’
When in doubt, ask the crowd
Not sure what they’re singing in that fuzzy bridge? Drop a question in the comments and let the music nerds swarm. Someone always knows.
This song cracks me up every time and I don't do drugs anymore. It's about Big Betty, a black woman, Eddy, a Mexicano or some shit, and some flapjacks they're eatin'. Like, what the fuck, it's OBVIOUS lol
The image I get when listening to the song is that Blackjack, Black Betty, and Spanish Eddie are three notorious gang members walking up the street, and the onlookers are naming them off, fearfully. Like "Lock your doors and hide your children ... Blackjack's comin'!" The single-note bass strumming definitely contributes to that feeling.
I crack up every time I hear the song if only because the two of them can't manage to say the same thing at the same time -- or keep their laughter in check.
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Well, if anyone can manage to make any sense out of this one...
This song cracks me up every time and I don't do drugs anymore. It's about Big Betty, a black woman, Eddy, a Mexicano or some shit, and some flapjacks they're eatin'. Like, what the fuck, it's OBVIOUS lol
The image I get when listening to the song is that Blackjack, Black Betty, and Spanish Eddie are three notorious gang members walking up the street, and the onlookers are naming them off, fearfully. Like "Lock your doors and hide your children ... Blackjack's comin'!" The single-note bass strumming definitely contributes to that feeling.
I crack up every time I hear the song if only because the two of them can't manage to say the same thing at the same time -- or keep their laughter in check.
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