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First Take Wins lyrics
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Intro
They cut the film, then sell the frame, Before the facts can learn your name.
Verse 1
Sirens in the chyron, coffee on my sleeve, I’m late for life, so I rent what I believe. They pick a angle, light it like a stage, Turn a messy street into a tidy page. Left spin, right spin, same wheel, new paint, Different choir, same hymn, different kind of saint. “Sources say” , that phrase do heavy lifting, While the real-time truth still changing and drifting.
Pre-chorus
First story hits and it sticks like glue, A headline tattoo your whole worldview.
Chorus
They don’t tell it, they *frame* it, Sell a lens and you *name* it. First take wins, truth waits, By tomorrow it’s “too late.”
Verse 2
Breaking news sprinting, facts in a cast, Hot take taxis picking up the past. MSNBC, CNN, Fox in the ring, BBC on the bell, everybody want a swing. They know you busy, rent due, kids, commute, So they hand you a verdict dressed up as “pursuit.” And if you don’t got time to dig through the ground, You’ll build your whole house where the loudest was found.
Pre-chorus
First story lands like a gavel slam, After that, everything fits the plan.
Chorus
They don’t tell it, they *frame* it, frame it Sell a lens and you *name* it, name it First take wins, truth waits, truth waits By tomorrow it’s “too late.”, too late
Bridge 1
Correction come quiet, buried at nine, Same mouth, new math, “we lacked the time.” Not “we were wrong,” it’s “nuance emerged,” Like truth just wandered in, slightly blurred.
Verse 3
A week go by, it’s baked in the bread, You can’t unthink what they already fed. Then comes the update, soft shoes, no sparks, A whisper on air while the rumor did parks. They’ll pivot with words that don’t bleed any blame, “New details” , translation: we changed the game. And the crowd don’t notice the swap in the thread, ’Cause the loud part lived, and the quiet part dead.
Chorus
They don’t tell it, they *frame* it, frame it Sell a lens and you *name* it, name it First take wins, truth waits, truth waits By tomorrow it’s “too late.”, too late
Bridge 2
So pause before you pass that flame, Ask “who benefits?” from the chosen frame. Find the raw clip, read past the glare, Truth ain’t fast, but it’s still there.
Chorus
They don’t tell it, they *frame* it, frame it, frame it Sell a lens and you *name* it, name it, name it First take wins, truth waits, truth waits By tomorrow it’s “too late.”, too late
Outro
Don’t let a banner drive your brain, Slow down, zoom out, check the frame.
Inside the recording
They cut the film, then sell the frame, Before the facts can learn your name.
First story hits and it sticks like glue, A headline tattoo your whole worldview.
Don’t let a banner drive your brain, Slow down, zoom out, check the frame.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.