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[Intro]
Yeah
Breath on fire
Knees all scraped up
Still standin’ (hah)
[Verse 1]
I don’t spin, I swing
Teeth clenched, wild grin
Every stumble that I take
Turn the floorboard to a ring
I’m off-beat, off-balance
Still land on my feet, that’s talent
Sweat drip in my eyes like acid
Blink once, then I’m back, still rabid
They clap for the pretty and polished
I came for the grit and the carnage
I don’t glide, I grind through damage
Turn every misstep into savage
[Chorus]
I’m not dancing gracefully
I claw my way forward, painfully
Ugly, heavy
But I move, I move
I’m struggling and fighting desperately
Every breath a little weapon in me
Bloody, messy
But I push right through (right through)
[Verse 2]
Heart on red-line, lungs on smoke
Whole damn world tryna step on my throat
Trip on my fears, then stomp on the doubt
If the door don’t crack, I tear the frame out
They say “relax,” I say “rage”
Rip that script, rewrite that page
If this life is a stage
I’m the glitch that breaks the cage
I don’t pray for easy days
I bite down and I raise
Every bruise, every break
Is the armor that I made (yah)
[Chorus]
I’m not dancing gracefully
I claw my way forward, painfully
Ugly, heavy
But I move, I move
I’m struggling and fighting desperately
Every breath a little weapon in me
Bloody, messy
But I push right through (right through)
[Bridge]
If I fall face-first
Then I rise teeth-first (teeth-first)
If they say “wait your turn”
I burn that line, go first (go first)
This is not cute, it’s cruel
This is not luck, it’s fuel
I am not done, not close
I am the crack in the mold
[Chorus]
I’m not dancing gracefully
I claw my way forward, painfully
Ugly, heavy
But I move, I move
I’m struggling and fighting desperately
Every breath a little weapon in me
Bloody, messy
But I push right through
(I’mma push right through, yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap banger with distorted 808s, sharp hi-hat triplets, and gritty synth brass stabs. Female vocals, tight double-time pockets in the verses, hook opens wider with stacked chants on key words. Ad-libs sprinkled for attitude; final chorus brings in octave-doubled vocal for a raw, triumphant climax.
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OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
I'm not dancing gracefully. I'm struggling and fighting desperately and forcing my way forward!!!, female, rap
