[Intro] Yeah You don’t want the truth, huh? Only what fits you [Verse 1] You walk in the room, fake halo, staged tears Point at me like I built all your fears Script in your purse, got lines on repeat Every word sweet poison, drippin’ on the seat You dress up revenge in a velvet voice Say “believe women” while you bend that choice You want chains on my wrists, not peace in your mind Turn a judge to your therapist, blame me for your grind (yeah) [Chorus] You got paper chains Tryna drag my name through flames But the ink on your lies Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame You got paper chains Folded fears that you can’t tame You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint But you can’t outrun your own pain [Verse 2] You call up the law like it’s room service (ring) Order up a villain, tell ’em “he’s worthless” Pose in the lobby, mascara in streams Posting your hurt while you hide your schemes You practiced that tremble in the bathroom mirror Change every story when the smoke gets clearer You don’t want answers, you want applause Turn trauma to a trophy, carve it in my flaws (hey) You hide your demons in designer bags Stuff ‘em with affidavits, colored flags Turn love into footage, edit every frame Cut out your reflection, leave only my blame [Chorus] You got paper chains Tryna drag my name through flames But the ink on your lies Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame You got paper chains Folded fears that you can’t tame You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint But you can’t outrun your own pain [Bridge] Who you tryna fool when the lights cut off? When the phone don’t ring and the mask falls off? Do you hear my voice or your own in the dark? Do you see my face or your fractured heart? (yeah) You weaponize hurt just to hide your scars Turn every bruise to a prison bar But bars made of paper can’t cage the truth They curl, they burn, they expose you [Chorus] You got paper chains Tryna drag my name through flames But the ink on your lies Gonna bleed, gonna show your shame You got paper chains Folded fears that you can’t tame You can run to the court, scream wolf, play saint But you can’t outrun your own pain

rap, Dark trap-rap with female vocals delivering a venomous, controlled flow. Sparse, detuned bells over sliding bass and rattling hats; verses sit in a tight pocket, voice almost whispered at first, then sharpening into a snarling mid-range. Hook widens with layered doubles and low-octave harmonies, kick and 808s hit heavier. Occasional chopped ad-libs and pitched-down echoes to suggest inner demons leaking through the mask., hip hop

Paper Chains