SCREENSHOT

Name: SCREENSHOT
Duration: 300 s
Description: SCREENSHOT by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Everybody got the same little grey image on they screen What it means depends on what you payin, what…”

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SCREENSHOT lyrics

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Intro

Same picture, four phones, four different prayers

Verse 1

Eighth floor fertility suite, her hand shakin, mine locked Fourteen thousand for the transfer, that's the Civic and the plates Bank app open on my lap while she fills the intake page Progesterone in the fridge next to leftover Thai This round takes we celebrate, if not we shelve it 'til July Doctor said "cautiously optimistic", what does that even cost? Screenshot comes back positive, save it like a vault

Pre-chorus

Everybody got the same little grey image on they screen What it means depends on what you payin, what you need

Chorus

Same screenshot, different caption Same heartbeat, different reaction One phone it's a answered prayer Next phone it's a panic attack and Same picture but the frame ain't the same Same news but it don't hit the same Same screenshot, different caption Same screen

Verse 2

Dollar General test strip, third one just to be sure Roommate knockin like "girl you been in there an hour" Twenty-two, rent late, Kia need a starter motor Group chat buzzin with my homegirl's ultrasound, she throwin a party I'm on WebMD calculatin weeks like a sentencin date Nearest clinic two states over, Greyhound and a day off I can't take Scrollin through my messages, her confetti emoji next to my cold sweat Mama raised me in the church so I can't even say it Same grey image, mine's a question mark, hers is a crown

Verse 3

Color printed on the Sub-Zero next to the Whole Foods list Nanny agency speed dial, preschool waitlist first trimester Insurance covered every cycle, didn't flinch at the deductible She debates Montessori versus Waldorf like it's federal Timeline full of think-pieces, "birth rates fallin, who's to blame?" Two floors down a nurse takes lunch pregnant, checkin her balance Same hospital, same lot, two different brackets

Bridge

Scrolled past four posts today, all the same shape Grey and white, kidney bean, could be anyone's Nobody asks who can afford it and who pays to disappear Some need a positive, some need an exit Most just need a paycheck that covers the copay Nah, covers the copay

Verse 4

Small town, shuttered plant, for-sale signs down the block We said "next year" eleven years, now doctor whispers "delicate" Old ultrasound in a folder I never labeled, fourteen weeks then nothin I check it sometimes like I'm able to rewind what calcium took First-gen money means you leave but leavin don't promise you a child We moved up and out, now the zip code feels like the wound

Verse 5

Four phones, same pixel count, same little pulse on playback One screams "finally," one whispers "how do I walk this back?" One schedules the reveal, one deletes the search history Parenthood ain't one story, it's a hundred locked behind a gate Your access code is your deductible, your zip, your faith That screenshot, prayer, emergency, plan, or ghost Depends on which side of the copay you were born the most

Chorus

Outro

Same screen Different everything

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01 / The opening