Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (Yeah) They don’t know They don’t know They don’t know what I been through [Chorus – Female] I been so misunderstood They just see me Think I’m good They don’t know about the nights I cried Praying just to make it out alive I been so misunderstood Turned my pain to something good If you only knew the things I’ve seen You would never talk about me like you do [Verse 1 – Female] Makeup on But my heart got scars Smile big But I’m worn out Tired They just see the pics and the posts They don’t see the rent overdue Past-due notes Arguing in the kitchen Quiet in the bed Phone light on Still running from the dread Mama said “baby Don’t lose your soul” So I walk through the fire just to keep my gold [Chorus – Female] I been so misunderstood They just see me Think I’m good They don’t know about the nights I cried Praying just to make it out alive I been so misunderstood Turned my pain to something good If you only knew the things I’ve seen You would never talk about me like you do [Verse 2 – Male] They think I never had to fight for mine See the little shine Not the overtime Sleeping in the car That was last July Shirt as a pillow Tears in my eyes Homies went left when it got too real Love disappeared when I lost that deal Still I kept pushing Kept my head high ’Cause I know storms move and the sun still rise [Bridge – Female & Male] [Female] You don’t know the weight I hold (you don’t know) All these stories never told Still I stand on what I know I’m worth more than what they say [Male] You don’t know the roads I walked (you don’t know) How many times I almost stopped Had to learn to trust my heart When the world walked away [Female & Male] We been so misunderstood But we turned it into good Yeah They never knew the things we’ve seen Now we’re living all the things we used to dream [Chorus – Female] I been so misunderstood They just see me Think I’m good They don’t know about the nights I cried Praying just to make it out alive I been so misunderstood Turned my pain to something good If you only knew the things I’ve seen You would never talk about me like you do
Tags
West Coast bounce with bright, rubbery bass and snappy claps, tempo in the mid-tempo club lane. Female vocals lead the hook with stacked call-and-response harmonies; verses ride the pockets with swagger and confessional detail. Tag-style synth stabs punctuate transitions, male verse adds grit and lower register contrast, and the bridge becomes a conversational duet over a stripped-down groove that drops back in hard for the final chorus.
Duration
2:32
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026