[Verse 1] Woke up in a hospital gown Thirty-six candles still waiting at home Doctor read charts like he reading my fate Tried to talk brave, but my lungs turned stone Got a smile for the nurse, one face Got a scream in my head, that’s two Got a child in a frame on the nightstand Asking, “Mama, where the hell are you?” Husband in a cage, county calls Static on the phone, then “Baby, stay strong” I just nod at the white-tiled ceiling Thinking, how long is long? [Chorus] Cancer don’t know my name like that I’m more than this IV drip I’m the voice in my chest that fights back Even when my mind wanna quit Yeah, I break, but I bend, I rise Even when my brain play tricks Thirty-six, but it ain’t my time Cancer don’t write my script (oh no) [Verse 2] Got a brave one, got a bitter one Got a soft girl hiding in the sheets Got a cold one staring in the mirror Like, “We ain’t scared, we just beat” Therapist asking me questions “Do you hear them? Do you feel wrong?” Yeah, I hear whole crowds in my skull Singing sad songs, loud, all day long Missed recitals, birthdays on FaceTime Screen kisses, pixel tears on my cheeks I count chemo rounds like school days Summer never shows up, just weeks on weeks [Chorus] Cancer don’t know my name like that I’m more than this IV drip I’m the voice in my chest that fights back Even when my mind wanna quit Yeah, I break, but I bend, I rise Even when my brain play tricks Thirty-six, but it ain’t my time Cancer don’t write my script (no, no) [Bridge] Some nights I pray to the ceiling Some nights I curse at the wall (yeah) Some nights I’m five different people All of us scared to fall But I keep your drawings beside me Crayons bleeding through the page I ain’t leaving you a goodbye note I’m loading up for another day (another day) [Chorus] Cancer don’t know my name like that I’m more than this IV drip I’m the voice in my chest that fights back Even when my mind wanna quit Yeah, I break, but I bend, I rise Even when my brain play tricks Thirty-six, but it ain’t my time Cancer don’t write my script (hey) Cancer don’t write my script

rap, Dark, cinematic trap beat with sparse piano stabs and distant vocal chops; verses ride a slow, heavy pocket, intimate and confessional. Hook opens with layered female vocals in octaves, slightly distorted doubles in the ad-libs, deep 808s blooming under a half-time groove. Occasional reverse cymbals and filtered delays underscore the dissociation and shifting personalities; final chorus strips to piano and sub for a raw, cracked-voice delivery.

Thirty-Six Ain’t My Finish Line