[Intro – Female Vocal, echo/delay-heavy]
Turn the lights down, bass up higher,
We don’t chase dreams, we set them on fire.
No permission, no disguise,
If they can’t handle truth, close your eyes.
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[Verse 1 – Female Vocal]
They talk in circles, I move in lines,
Every step electric, crossing signs.
They want quiet, I give thunder,
My pulse is heat, pull them under.
Gloss on my lips, sparks in my hair,
Every glare’s a stage, I’ll perform there.
Let ‘em point, let ‘em tweet their fiction,
I’m in the groove—pure friction.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need their silence, don’t need their peace,
My chaos sings, it’s sweet release.
Every beat rewrites my name,
Too loud, too proud, no shame.
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[Chorus]
I don’t hear the noise, I feel the beat,
Fire in my veins, lightning in my feet.
Keep your words, I’m past permission,
I move in rhythm, not submission.
This is my voice, this is my sound,
If you can’t vibe—don’t come around.
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[Rap Part 1 – Male Rap]
Yeah, they talk big but they move too slow,
Keyboard kings, but they never show.
I’m built from grind, sweat, and late nights,
Heart like a speaker, boom with bite.
Ain’t here for fame, I’m here for feel,
Energy raw, nothing to conceal.
If you don’t get it, don’t need to explain,
We spin our truth in 808 rain.
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[Bridge – Female Vocal, ethereal tone]
They said tone it down, I turned it louder,
Feet on fire, I bloom like powder.
Every stare fuels my flame,
They’ll remember my name.
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[Rap Part 2 – Male Rap + Female Vocal Merge]
(Rap begins, her vocals weave around his flow)
Male:
Haters hum soft, but I drop heavy,
Bars hit cold, flow cut steady.
I don’t beg seats, I build my throne,
Every bassline’s flesh and bone.
Female (overlapping/harmonizing):
Dancing wild, I break that ceiling,
Every move’s my kind of healing.
No chains, no doubts, just motion,
We crash like waves—pure devotion.
Male + Female together:
Turn the volume, kill the system,
We’re too loud, too loud to listen.
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[Final Chorus – Both]
We don’t care, we just move,
Every beat’s our point of view.
Too loud to listen, too real to fake,
We dance for the feeling, not for the take.
Let ‘em talk, we’ll keep winning,
Too loud, too free, too living.
