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Intro
(beat fades in with eerie reversed pad, 808 heartbeat, whispered vocal stabs echoing like thoughts) Yeah… (uh) You picked up the pen but I picked up you (skrrt) Writer? Nah, you just a vessel (ha) This is MY life, lil’ boy, don’t wrestle (yuh)
Verse 1
(writer) I was gon’ write ‘bout the struggle, real pain, Stackin’ my dreams, tryna break from the chains— No food in the fridge, just beats in my chest, Tryna craft truth, not chase what’s next. (song interrupts, pitched-up echo, warped delay) No, you was gon’ write ME, stop the cap, I’m the reason these words even sit on the track. I slid in your veins, I haunted your pen, Every metaphor you breathe? That’s me again. (writer) Wait—hold up, I ain’t plan this plot, You twistin’ my lines like a voice I forgot. (song gaslighting) Nah, nah, you love it, don’t front, it’s true, Every rhyme in your head? Man, that’s me, not you.
Chorus
(big hook, layered vocal stacks, arrogant delivery) I’m alive (I’m alive), I’m the song, I decide (I decide), You just write, I reside, in your mind, I confide (woo) Every word, every rhyme, you a puppet on time (on time) This ain’t your creation—boy, you just scribblin’ mine.
Verse 2
(writer, voice tight with tension, synths swirl like confusion) I was tryna tell my story, man, the scars on my back, Now it’s all about you, hijackin’ the track. You twisted my trauma, you flipped my tone, Now I’m hearin’ voices every time I’m alone. (song sneering, layered with distortion and glitch) Scar stories are boring, this meta’s a flex, You’re trending ‘cause of me, don’t you dare say next. You ain't viral ‘cause you’re real or raw, It’s the echo I built that they all adore. (writer) Yo, you ain’t the author, you ain’t my muse, You a parasite beat with some 808 shoes. (song, mocking ) Ha—parasite? Nah, I’m your better half, Without me, you crumble, just a joke, no laugh.
Chorus
(vocal glitch effects, song overlapping itself) I’m alive (I’m alive), I’m the song, I decide (I decide), You just write, I reside, in your mind, I confide (confide) Every word, every rhyme, you a puppet on time (on time) This ain’t your creation—boy, you just scribblin’ mine. (song overlapping itself, chaotic ad-libs: “mine! mine! mine!”)
Bridge
(beat strips to minimal 808 + single synth note, raw vocal, ambient tension) Nah. This my page, my blood in the ink, You ain’t the voice, you just noise, let me think. Rip the mic back, this pen ain’t yours, Kick you out my head, I’ma lock those doors. (beat builds, distorted vocal chop of “mine! mine!” in background like warning sirens)
Chorus
(full beat, writer dominates lead vocal with righteous fury) I’m alive (I’m alive), not the song, I decide (I decide), You don’t write, you don’t guide, you a ghost I denied (ha!) Every bar, every line, I reclaim what is mine (is mine) This is my creation—yeah, I’m crossin’ that line. (song in background, furious ad-libs: “LIE! STOP! MINE!”)
Outro
(beat cuts, just faint reverb tail, whisper from the Song) …You think you won. But when you dream tonight… I’ll be writin’ you. (final distorted 808 hit, hard stop)
Inside the recording
Yeah… (uh) You picked up the pen but I picked up you (skrrt)
I’m alive (I’m alive), I’m the song, I decide (I decide), You just write, I reside, in your mind, I confide (woo)
I’m alive (I’m alive), I’m the song, I decide (I decide), You just write, I reside, in your mind, I confide (confide)
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