Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They say I’m “so well spoken”
At the Sunday dinner table
Pass the bread
Hide the anger
Fold my napkin
Play the angel
Laugh at jokes that cut my skin
Like they talking fairy tales
I switch my face
Switch my phrases
So the truth don’t leave a trail
[Chorus]
Got this white tongue
Tired heart
Smiling while I fall apart
Every “yes
Sir” carving scars
Right across my darker parts
I been shrinking just to fit
In a house built brick by brick
White tongue
Tired heart
How long ’til I can talk like I am
[Verse 2]
They love my hips
Fear my roots
Tell me “maybe change your hair”
“Tone it down
Keep it cute”
Stash my history in a chair
Family photos on the mantle
I’m the shadow in the frame
Bless the food
Bless the business
Never bless my real name
[Chorus]
Got this white tongue
Tired heart
Smiling while I fall apart
Every “yes
Sir” carving scars
Right across my darker parts
I been shrinking just to fit
In a house built brick by brick
White tongue
Tired heart
How long ’til I can talk like I am
[Bridge]
Practice every line before I speak (before I speak)
Cut my story down to what they keep (what they keep)
If I let my mother’s voice come through
Would this whole cold kingdom crack in two
[Chorus]
Got this white tongue
Tired heart
Smiling while I fall apart
Every “yes
Sir” carving scars
Right across my darker parts
I’ve been hiding just to live
In a world that never gives
White tongue
Tired heart
I’m done
I’m gonna talk like I am (like I am)
Style
moodymodern r&b with female vocals; rubbery bass and tightswung drums under intimate rhodes chords. verses stay close and conversational with airy pads; hook widens with stacked harmoniessubtle choir texturesand a filtered vocal double. bridge strips to bass and snapsthen final chorus adds ad-lib runs and a slightly overdriven lead synth for emotional lift.r&b
Prompt
A R&B song about code switching and white washing in a predominantly white mafia family, female
Credits
Prompt byJazzy
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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