[Intro - spoken, low and intimate over filtered keys] You are now listening to the best of our culture… it's the Book Bitch. [guitar lick - lone clean electric, soulful bend, answers the silence] [Verse 1 - half-time trap soul groove, sparse Rhodes, vocal close and raw] I'm easy to hate, but so hard to love [guitar response - soft bluesy lick] Sometimes I wonder if I'm here by mistake I've struggled enough, still I push it all down With the weight that I carry, the chains that I make [guitar response - low mournful bend] [ad-libs - breathy, layered behind] (mm… yeah) I can't meet my own eyes in the mirror [guitar response - crying single-note slide] 'Cause I don't recognize who I see I swear I spend every day trapped in this hell Fighting a war where I'm both sides of myself [guitar response - aching bend trails off] [Pre-Chorus - vocals lift, subtle 808 slide enters, build tension] I wear a smile like I ain't drowning in shame So nobody knows how bad it hurts Joking and laughing… like I ain't masking all this pain They say I'm okay, but they don't hear the noise I'm just so damn mad at myself [guitar response - rising tension lick into the drop] [Chorus - full trap soul drop, knocking 808s, gospel-tinged harmony stack] I'm tired of losin' battles nobody sees [guitar answers - soulful gospel-blues lick] Tired of bein' my own worst enemy If grace is real, I could use some help 'Cause I'm so damn mad… at myself [guitar answers - wailing bend over the tail] [ad-libs - soulful runs trading with guitar] (at myself… ohh) [guitar trades licks with the ad-libs] [Bridge - drums drop out, just Rhodes and breath, vocal cracks open, guitar in close conversation] Maybe the man I can't forgive [guitar response - tender clean phrase] Is the same one tryin' to learn how to live I been so hard on the boy inside [guitar response - gentle weeping bend] Never gave him the room to cry [Bridge build - harmony stack swells, 808 creeps back, guitar grows from clean to overdriven, hope entering] So I'm puttin' the armor down [guitar answers - warmer, fuller bend] Lettin' the love find its way around If grace is real… then it starts right here [guitar answers - soaring lift] Lookin' at myself… and facing my fears [Final Chorus - fuller, harmonies open wide, defiance turned to release, guitar overdriven and crying out] I'm tired of losin' battles nobody sees [guitar answers - triumphant gospel-blues wail] But I won't be my own worst enemy Grace is real, and I'll take the help 'Cause I'm done bein' mad… at myself [guitar answers - soaring release bend] [ad-libs - soulful runs trading with the guitar, lighter now] (not no more… ohh, yeah) [guitar and voice trade final licks, call and response] [Outro - strip back to Rhodes, vocal, and lone guitar answering, spoken close fades] You are now listening to the best of our culture… it's the Book Bitch. [guitar lick - final clean bend, resolves soft]
