Not In Your Box

[Verse 1]
You had a script
You had a cage
Tried to rewrite
My every page
Telling me “baby”
Like I was bought
You never learned
I can’t be caught
[Pre-Chorus]
You want my body
Not my voice
You want control
Like you got choice
You talk in circles
Call it love
But I know what
You’re really scared of (mm)
[Chorus]
I’m not in your box
Can’t fold me
Lock me
Drop me
You gotta process for my love
Earn every touch
Don’t stop me (hey)
You’re not entitled to this woman
Read my lips
I own me
Taking my life back
Watch me
Taking my life back
Watch me
[Verse 2]
You liked me quiet
Eyes down low
Cute on your arm
A secret show
But I got thunder
Under silk
Honey and steel
In every guilt
[Pre-Chorus]
You want submission
Gift-wrapped pride
You call it passion
I call it lies
You say “forever”
Like a deal
I’m tearing up
Your little seal (uh)
[Chorus]
I’m not in your box
Can’t fold me
Lock me
Drop me
You gotta process for my love
Earn every breath
Don’t mock me
You’re not entitled to this woman
Read my hips
I own me (yeah)
Taking my life back
Watch me
Taking my life back
Watch me
[Bridge]
Step back
You feel that sting?
That’s what it costs
To clip my wings (mmm)
You had your chance
You lost that bet
I’m cashing out
No regrets (no regrets)
[Chorus]
I’m not in your box
Can’t fold me
Lock me
Drop me
You gotta process for my love
Earn every kiss
Come softly
You’re not entitled to this woman
Say my name
I own me (I own me)
Taking my life back
Watch me
Taking my life back
Watch me
Taking my life back
Watch me (oh)
I own me
I own me

rock, Sultry female vocals over a gritty blues-soul groove that morphs into funky, syncopated bounce. Verses ride a laid-back swagger with clipped guitar, rubbery bass, and dusty claps; choruses explode with dubstep-inflected drops, distorted synth stabs, and rock crunch. Stack harmonies on the title hook, sprinkle ad-libs, and push the bridge into a halftime, sub-heavy breakdown before a final, triumphant pop-leaning hook., blues, pop, funk, bounce, dubstep, soul