March Back

Name: March Back
Duration: 330 s
Description: March Back by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Everybody yell “keep pushin” in a hashtag tone But my chest feel heavy in a one-room home If I’m smilin…”

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March Back lyrics

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Intro

I smell fry grease stuck in my hoodie seam Window cold, city blur like a muted screen Thumb scrollin jokes but my eyes stay tired I laugh too loud, then I go quiet

Verse 1

Back row seat, badge still on, lanyard tap-tap Shift left my brain in the sink with the dish soap splash My feed serve clips like a tray with a crack in it Penguin walkin off, no hurry, just happenin Same pace as me when I dodge group chats Say I’m “busy” but it’s really that I’m shrinkin back Streetlight flashin like camera pop in the rain I count stops, not blessings, I count weight in my frame My girl text “u good” I reply with a meme Cheap grin, cold pizza, tired jaw in the steam The clip loops, that tuxedo drift I feel my thoughts march out like they got a shift

Pre-chorus

Everybody yell “keep pushin” in a hashtag tone But my chest feel heavy in a one-room home If I’m smilin for the joke, why my hands still shake Why the laughter feel late

Chorus

March back, march back, don’t go numb in the snow Penguin feet in my head, tryin lead me alone Scroll fast, laugh fast, but the hurt stay close March back, march back, put the phone down, breathe slow Hey, hey, I’m still here, I’m still close March back, march back, I ain’t livin as a post

Verse 2

Mama want degrees like the fridge want magnets Dad want overtime, talk in “shoulda” packets I tried night classes, dropped out by week three Felt dumb in the lecture, then brave in my spleen Side hustle dreams in a notes app cemetery Logo, pitch, plan, all dead with no eulogy I loved a person who asked “name what you feel” I said “I’m fine” like a lock with a rusted seal So she packed, door click sounded like a verdict Now my place echo, even the faucet sound nervous I keep “relatable” armor, jokes like a helmet But alone it don’t block when the panic get present And when that penguin pop up, I see distance in HD Not funny when it’s me, not cute when it’s my speed

Pre-chorus

If the joke is the mask, who’s under the mask If the feed is a crowd, why I still can’t ask If the clip is a mirror, I don’t want the frame I don’t want the same

Verse 3

Tonight I type the truth with my thumb feelin scared “Yo, I been driftin, can we talk” then I stare Send it anyway, heart kick like a subway door I hate that it’s hard, but I hate silence more I google a clinic, pick a slot after work Not a miracle, just a start, just a wrench in the dirt Step off the bus, cold air cut clean through the noise I let my phone rest, listen to the city’s small voice Pigeon wings, corner store bell, sneaker squeak on salt I’m still me, I just lost track of my vault System want a highlight reel, no pause, no cracks But I’m human in the break, and I’m takin that back

Bridge

I almost kept walkin past my own front door Like “what’s the point” in a hallway at four I held the rail, felt metal bite my palm Said out loud “I need help” and it sounded calm

Verse 4

At work I ask for one change, not a speech, just a line Swap my closing shift twice, give my brain some time Tell my boss “I’m burned out” no jokes, no grin He blink, then nod, like “yeah, put it in” I text my friend, we meet by the bodega light Two hot coffees, breath fog, small talk turnin right He say “same” and the word feel like a blanket No fix, just a hand on the wheel, just frankness

Verse 5

I still laugh at the chaos, I’m not too proud But I’m done lettin pain be the loudest sound Penguin walkin out, that’s the sign I decode I can turn back now, take steps toward home

Chorus

Outro

If you see you in the joke, let it point, not trap One small message can pull you back from that gap City still loud, but I’m not lost in the close March back, march back, loop it back to the hope

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