

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got a mind like a pinball Thoughts jump, then they fall, then they fly Teacher said, "You talk too much" Looked down at the page, words twisted in my eyes Turnin' letters like a jigsaw Every line feel long, every test feel high But I turn every red mark To a roadmap, yeah, that’s why— [Chorus] I outwork the odds, I outshine the doubt Trip on my words but I still speak loud Pages look wild but I still write proud Messed up, stressed up, never stay down I outwork the odds, I outrun the fear Heartbeat race but I shift that gear Head might race and the lines might blur But nothing in this world gonna outrun her (that’s me) [Verse 2] Phone buzz, brain buzz, can’t sit Start five things, then I flip, then I switch Every hallway felt so loud But they never saw the grind in the glitch Highlight lines till the books wear out Read it back slow till the sense comes clear I turn every late night To a new skill, new step, new year [Chorus] I outwork the odds, I outshine the doubt Trip on my words but I still speak loud Pages look wild but I still write proud Messed up, stressed up, never stay down I outwork the odds, I outrun the fear Heartbeat race but I shift that gear Head might race and the lines might blur But nothing in this world gonna outrun her (oh yeah) [Bridge] Spelled “broken” on my back Tore that label like a tag from a shirt Turn “too much” into “too strong” Turn “can’t learn” into “watch me work” (watch me) Every slip, every misread line Is a stair, I climb, I climb [Chorus] I outwork the odds, I outshine the doubt Trip on my words but I still speak loud Pages look wild but I still write proud Messed up, stressed up, never stay down I outwork the odds, I outrun the fear Heartbeat race but I shift that gear Head might race and the lines might blur But nothing in this world gonna outrun her I outwork the odds, yeah I make it clear Nothing in this life gonna stop me here
Tags
rap, Punchy pop-rap crossover with female vocals; crisp drums, rubbery bass, bright plucky synths on the verses. Hook blooms with stacked harmonies, airy pads, and a wide, anthemic top line. Subtle vocal chop riffs between sections, tight ad-libs for attitude. Energy starts determined and builds into a big, victorious singalong by the final chorus., pop
2:19
No
4/12/2026