Out Of My Element

[Intro]
Yeah
Way out
Way out
(uh)
[Verse 1]
Walked in, wrong room, wrong language
Smile tight, feel the weight, try to manage
Skin loud in a place that go silent
Every stare like a siren, I just bite it
They talk stock tips, I talk survival
They quote, I quote the Bible and my idols
They sip, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my rent due
They rich, I’m rich in what I went through
[Chorus]
I’m out of my element
Heart beat heavy in these elegant rooms
Shoes on the marble floor
But my soul still stuck in that small back room
Yeah I’m out of my element
Wrong suit, wrong slang, but I won’t move
I don’t fit, but I’m hella bent
On makin’ this strange place feel like my rules
[Verse 2]
Tie tight on my neck, feel strangled
They laugh ‘bout yachts, I dodge angels
In my head see chalk on pavement
They brag states, I count my payments
They ask, “Where you from?” with a eyebrow
Code switch quick, change pitch, different guy now
Smile big, tuck pain in my pocket
Dream big, let the fear try to stop it
[Chorus]
I’m out of my element
Heart beat heavy in these elegant rooms
Shoes on the marble floor
But my soul still stuck in that small back room
Yeah I’m out of my element
Wrong suit, wrong slang, but I won’t move
I don’t fit, but I’m hella bent
On makin’ this strange place feel like my rules
[Bridge]
If they don’t make space, I’ma carve mine (carve mine)
Turn every side-eye to a hard line
Yeah I’m outta place, but I’m still here
Turn that doubt, that fear to a gold mine
[Chorus]
I’m out of my element
Heart beat heavy in these elegant rooms
Shoes on the marble floor
But my soul still stuck in that small back room
Yeah I’m out of my element
Wrong suit, wrong slang, but I won’t move
I don’t fit, but I’m hella bent
On makin’ this strange place feel like my rules

rap, Moody trap-pop hybrid with male vocals: sparse piano plucks over deep, swinging drums and sub bass, hi-hats skittering in triplets. Verses are close-mic, confessional rap with occasional melodic phrases; hook opens up with layered sung vocals and a simple, catchy top-line. Subtle synth pads bloom in the chorus, then pull back to let the bars cut through., hip hop, pop