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Lyrics
[Intro: brass; sawed violin → guitar; swing→rock]
[V1: sly; brass + violin]
Soft little smile, sympathetic eyes,
Wrap it all up in a word called “wise.”
Little pause, little tilt of your head,
Then gently tell me what I really said.
Make it sound warm, make it sound kind,
Leave just enough room to question my mind.
Think I’ll follow when you circle back?
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[Pre: guitar joins]
You taught me how to name the game,
To trust the voice I used to lack.
Funny how you liked that lesson—
Till I started talking back.
[Chorus: full band]
Go on, tell me who I ought to be,
Draw your little map and hand it back to me.
Wait for the doubt, for the old me to crack—
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
Try that soft voice, try the careful tact,
Dress up your version and call it fact.
Think I’ll fold just to keep us on track?
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[V2: playful; violin]
Now disagreement means I’m afraid,
That’s a pretty little leap you made.
Call it a wall when I hold my ground,
Then soften your voice when I turn it around.
Ask me again with a different spin,
Like the right little wording will let you in.
Think I’ll mistake your map for my track?
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[Pre: violin + guitar]
You can question every choice I make,
Turn each answer inside-out.
But you gave me tools to know myself—
Watch me stand here without doubt.
[Chorus 2: bigger]
Go on, tell me who I ought to be,
Draw your little map and hand it back to me.
Wait for the doubt—I’ve already unpacked that.
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
Try that soft voice, try the careful tact,
Dress up your version and call it fact.
Think I’ll bend just to keep us on track?
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[V3: grounded]
I learned that no can be complete,
I don’t owe a softer sound.
I learned a question isn’t proof
That I should give up solid ground.
I learned my voice can shake and stay,
I can bend and still come back.
And trusting me is not a flaw—
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[Pre 3: rising]
You may have walked a mile or two,
But I was there for every scar.
Not every change was due to you,
I’m the reason I came this far.
[Final Chorus: huge]
Go on, tell me who I ought to be,
Draw your little map and hand it back to me.
Wait for the doubt—I’ve already unpacked that.
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
I know my own voice, I know where I stand,
I’ll listen, consider, then choose where I land.
Think I need permission to choose my own track?
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
[Outro: band drops]
I’ll take it from here.
(Hehe…)
Good luck with that.
Details
GeneratedAug 21, 2026
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Big-band rock, gritty female mezzo, brass swagger, sawed violin, crunchy guitar, swing-to-rock drums,sly theatrical bite
Credits
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