Statues Don’t Sweat

Name: Statues Don’t Sweat
Duration: 188 s
Description: Statues Don’t Sweat by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Don’t hand me a statue, hand me the city Statues don’t sweat, I’m dirt-proof gritty They crown who…”

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Intro

Red carpet bright, stomach thin Backstage prayers in cheap cologne Cameras smile, hands stay cold Crowns get passed like borrowed loans

Verse 1

They clap for Grammy Awards, but my block want bread Same night Emmy Awards, mom late on rent again Academy Awards shine while my homie get sent Golden Globe Awards toast, I’m dodgin’ the stress Tony Awards bow, I’m bowed in the rain Cannes Film Festival judge, I’m judged by the train They love a story that fits their frame But streets don’t vote, we just feel the flame They pick who’s “taste,” who’s “clean,” who’s “safe” I pick a truth they can’t reshape Handshakes talk in velvet rooms My chorus hit like open wounds

Chorus

Don’t hand me a statue, hand me the city Statues don’t sweat, I’m dirt-proof gritty They crown who behaved, who knew that committee I’m loud on the curb, hand me the city

Verse 2

Met a label rep in a tinted coupe Said “Smile for the room, don’t mention the truth” Wanted my pain with a softer proof Like my scars gotta match they suit They love “classic,” they fear new steps If it don’t come blessed, it don’t get prepped I seen bright songs die on desks While a watered verse get pressed and slept Critic pens sharp like kitchen knives But never rode where the sirens slide They rate a life they never tried From rooftop bars to the restless night

Bridge 1

If the room won’t hear my breath I’ll build a stage from broken steps Let the crowd decide what’s next History don’t shake hands, it checks

Verse 3

Fashion week front, function gone Same shoes hurt, still get put on Art fair price on a made-up tone “Rare” gets said, but skill get pawned Charts get leaned, bundles slide Playlists gate with a polished smile I been outside, no co-signs Still made the block turn into choir So when they toast, I won’t be bitter I’ll be in motion, ink still wetter Sold-out nights, voice get bigger No throne needed, I move the center

Chorus

Don’t hand me a statue, hand me the city Statues don’t sweat, I’m dirt-proof gritty They crown who behaved, who knew that committee I’m loud on the curb, hand me the city

Bridge 2

Let ‘em keep titles, let ‘em keep seats I keep the miles in my two bare feet When the lights fade, watch what stays A hook in the air and a heart on beat

Chorus

Don’t hand me a statue, hand me the city Statues don’t sweat, I’m dirt-proof gritty They crown who behaved, who knew that committee I’m loud on the curb, hand me the city

Outro

Curtain call don’t pay my people I wrote this loud for every steeple If power lies, the crowd gon’ see you Statues don’t sweat, hand me the city

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