"The 411" While you figured out where to place me I was busy mapping out your geography Silently played along with every scene Reading scripts I never wrote, if you know what I mean Knocked on every door but only one would open Standing there with secrets, no need for hopin' This one had the 411 on you, baby Couldn't wait to spill it all—my hands weren't steady [PRE-CHORUS] And I thought I knew you But the walls started talking And I thought love was true Till the shadows came walking [CHORUS] (Big band energy, full swing) You can't hide what the mirror sees Can't outrun your own histories I got the news, I got the truth Now I'm dancing in the wreckage of you Da-da-da, the 411 Da-da-da, now I'm done With your puzzle, with your maze Stepping into my own brighter days [VERSE 2] (New narrative - same rhythm structure) Not in the past but present moment waiting Heart trembling with a pain that wouldn't stop escalating Anger tapping out a rhythm on my ribcage While you played the innocent on center stage Every whispered name became a melody Notes I never wanted in my symphony The clock struck truth at half-past compromise Saw the real you through unfiltered eyes [PRE-CHORUS] And I thought I knew you But the walls started talking And I thought love was true Till the shadows came walking [CHORUS] You can't hide what the mirror sees Can't outrun your own histories I got the news, I got the truth Now I'm dancing in the wreckage of you Da-da-da, the 411 Da-da-da, now I'm done With your puzzle, with your maze Stepping into my own brighter days [BRIDGE] (Half-time feel, smoky jazz lounge) Saxophone solo - 8 bars They say knowledge is a heavy load Mine came delivered on the devil's road But I'd rather walk in light that's real Than dance in darkness you conceal So here's to the door that opened wide Here's to the truth I couldn't hide [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] (Upbeat return - trumpet & piano trade-offs) [VERSE 3] (Resolution & empowerment) Now I'm placing myself where I belong Not in your shadows, but singing my own song Learned your demons don't have to be mine Cut the cord, drew the line, feeling fine Every door I knock now opens golden Stories of survival, proudly told and If someone wants the 411 on me They'll find strength where I broke free [FINAL CHORUS] (Key change up, full orchestration) You can't hide what the mirror sees Can't outrun your own histories I got the news, I got the truth Now I'm dancing in the wreckage of you Da-da-da, the 411 Da-da-da, now I'm done With your puzzle, with your maze Stepping into my own brighter days [OUTRO] (Fade out with scat vocals over walking bass) The 411... the 411... I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone... (Instrumental fade)