Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Had to get lost Just to get found Talked to my fear Tore that down (yeah) [Verse 1] Used to hide my face in the crowd Now my name too loud in my mouth Staring at the boy in the glass Told him, “You can let go of the past” Burned old dreams on the bedroom floor Made new plans on a cracked phone screen Every little “no” that I heard Turned into a road back to me [Chorus] Mama, I made it But not how they say it I finally feel my own skin I finally walk like I win Mama, I made it From “maybe” to “say less” Look at your son in this light I’m not afraid of my life Mama, I made it Mama, I made it [Verse 2] Dark thoughts tried to rent my head Raised the price till they left instead Turned my scars into sharp tattoos Every bruise taught me how to move They told me “stay in your lane” I built a road through the rain Every wrong turn, every fake friend Pointed me right back in [Chorus] Mama, I made it But not how they say it I finally feel my own skin I finally walk like I win Mama, I made it From “maybe” to “say less” Look at your son in this light I’m not afraid of my life Mama, I made it Mama, I made it [Bridge] I was running from my own reflection Now I’m dancing in the same direction (oh) Every flaw, every broken piece Clicking into place in me Hands up high for the kid I was Hands up high for the man I love Every step on this strange road Spelling out the same code— [Chorus] Mama, I made it But not how they say it I finally feel my own skin I finally walk like I win Mama, I made it From “maybe” to “say less” Look at your son in this light I’m not afraid of my life Mama, I made it Mama, I made it [Outro] I found me I found me (yeah) Say it till it stays, I’m Right where I’m supposed to be
Tags
rap, High-gloss dance-pop meets shadowy art-rap: glassy synth arps, thick sidechained bass, crisp four-on-the-floor kick under trap hi-hats, shimmering pads on the hook. Male vocals with polished autotune, layered chant-style backing on the mantra. Verses dip into darker rap cadences with distorted doubles; chorus explodes wide and euphoric with big reverb throws and halftime switch on the last hook., art pop, hip hop, dance pop, glitch
Duration
2:55
Instrumental
No
Created
4/2/2026