

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:27
No
2/23/2026