SIXTY

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Intro

Sixty minutes. They said be ready. I'm ready. I'm not ready.

Verse 1

Green room quiet, phone face-down on the counter. Crowd bleedin' through the drywall, I can count 'em. Water bottle sweatin' harder than I am. Manager said "breathe," I told him "yeah, I am." The lanyard say my name but it don't feel like mine. The booking was the algorithm, I ain't sign. They picked me off a graph, off a spike, off a trend. Now I gotta be the person they pretend that I am, that I am. Sittin' here rehearsin' who I am.

Pre-chorus

Speaker in the ceiling sayin' "stand by." I stand by. The mirror askin' for a receipt. I ain't got one.

Chorus

Sixty on the clock, they sayin' I'm up next. Sixty on the clock, I don't know what comes next. Don't belong here, don't belong here. Don't belong here, don't belong here.

Verse 2

Fifteen minutes in and the voice gettin' loud. Sayin' every single face out there in that crowd came to see a version of me that I made up online, on a feed, on a night I ain't wake up from, and now the dream become the debt. Clock tickin' like collections hadn't got me yet. Mirror on the wall, I don't look like a star. I look like somebody that came too far too fast, too fast. Twelve months ago I was workin' retail last.

Pre-chorus

Stagehand passin' sayin' "opener clearin' now." That's my cue to pretend I know how. Still can't look at the mirror.

Chorus

Sixty on the clock, they sayin' I'm up next. Sixty on the clock, I don't know what comes next. Don't belong here, don't belong here. Don't belong here, don't belong here. Don't belong

Verse 3

Scrollin' down the lineup, names bigger than mine. Grammys on the left, plaques on the right, I'm behind. AI could write this verse in a second, cleaner. Probably platinum, probably sweeter, probably greener. They don't need me, they got models that don't sweat. Don't drink, don't doubt, don't spiral, don't forget the second verse, the eye contact, the count. A prompt away from everything I'm about to walk out there and try to be. And somebody's laptop got a better me.

Bridge

Still the voice sayin' walk. Still the voice sayin' the next me already runnin' on somebody's screen. And still. I'm still here.

Verse 4

Hand is on the exit door, I ain't gon' lie. Thought about the back hallway, thought about the sky. Thought about an Uber, thought about a flight. Thought they'd find a stand-in by the end of the night. Nobody'd even notice, nobody'd even care. The algorithm pick somebody else up there. That's the lie I tell myself to leave. The truth is I'm the one I can't deceive. Sweat through the fabric of my sleeve. Stagehand sayin' "five" like it's magic.

Chorus

Sixty on the clock , now it's one on the clock. one on the clock Don't belong here, don't belong here. don't belong Don't belong here, don't belong here. still goin' Somebody's laptop got a better me, somebody else I went anyway.

Verse 5

Curtain edge, I can see the light bleed out. Still don't think I earned it, still got the doubt. Still hear the voice, still feel like a fraud. Still think they'll clock me the second I walk. Still think the AI'd do it better, still think. Still think, still think, still — Footstep. Footstep. Spotlight. I step.

Outro

The clock hit zero. I didn't. I went anyway.

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