Prompt / 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)
Tags
Moody, modern R&B with female vocals; rubbery bass and tight, swung drums under intimate Rhodes chords. Verses stay close and conversational with airy pads; hook widens with stacked harmonies, subtle choir textures, and a filtered vocal double. Bridge strips to bass and snaps, then final chorus adds ad-lib runs and a slightly overdriven lead synth for emotional lift., r&b
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026