Intro (glitchy, off-beat, rapid-fire / whispered switches) This ain’t bout’chu—cut the signal, reroute the feed You hear your name in the noise, but it’s just me trying to breathe I’ve been decoding this static since I was a kid in the dark Every word’s a flare I fire just to map out my heart Don’t pin your shadow to every line that I release I’m not circling you—I’m pacing circles round my own disease There’s something riding with me, yeah, it’s been here from the start Back row, hands off the wheel—but it’s never left the car So if it sounds like a message, it’s mislabeled truth I’m not talking to you—I’m talking myself through Verse 1 (fast, punchy) Got a backseat driver with a voice that corrodes Chews on my focus, tries to steer where I go Been buckled in with it since I learned how to stand Cold breath on my neck, tries to guide my hand I drop one line, now they’re building a case Like every syllable’s aimed at a face Nah—this is maintenance, tightening bolts Keeping my system from sudden collapse jolts Not a love song, it’s a vital sign check Every bar’s me pulling air through my chest Yeah I said “I love you,” yeah I meant what I said But I was dragging my pulse back from hanging by threads Pre-Chorus (staccato, rising) Call me selfish—stamp it, I’ll sign Call me shameless—I’m crossing that line Manipulator? Nah, do the sum I’m cutting out damage, not adding someone Chorus (chant + melody, catchy) This ain’t bout’chu, it’s always been me Every late-night fight just to stay on my feet I’m not obsessed wit’chu—I’m obsessed with breath, tryin to survive Counting every inhale like it outruns death Say what you want, let assumptions speak I’m in a headlock with the version of me If you want truth, then here’s the key— This ain’t bout’chu, it’s about me Verse 2 (double-time bursts) No calculator—pain tallies itself Riz builds on neglect of my health So I audit my habits, evict what decays Turn pressure to motion, redirect the weight You see distance—I’m rebuilding control Rewiring reactions that used to explode Not dwelling—I’m cataloging wounds Cleaning them out so they don’t resume You think it’s coded, some indirect aim But I’ve been fighting this long before your name Every post is a step in a process I chose No audience needed for the work that I owe Pre-Chorus (variation) Label me anything, write it in ink I’m filtering poison from the way that I think If it hits like a shot, it’s a signal, not aim I’m marking survival, not calling a name Chorus (bigger, gang vocal) This ain’t bout’chu, it’s always been me Every late-night fight just to stay on my feet I’m not obsessed with you—I’m obsessed with breath. Counting every inhale like it outruns death Say what you want, let assumptions speak I’m in a headlock with this version of me If you want truth, then here’s the key— This ain’t bout’chu, it’s about me Bridge (half-time → double-time switch) Half-time: Dark passenger shifting around in the back Trying to grab control, I ain’t letting it latch I’ve been training my hands not to answer its pull Turning chaos to something I actually control Double-time: Healing one wound at a time, no show No bait, no clout, just work below Breath by breath, I’m reclaiming ground Leaving old weight where it can’t be found Break (percussive, chanty) Not for attention—(clap) rebuilding condition—(clap) Every repetition—(clap) nervous system—(clap) Tune it, fix it, strip it to core Building a version that’s stronger than before Final Chorus (anthem, layered) This ain’t bout’chu, it’s always been me From survival mode to stability I’m not obsessed with you—I’m obsessed with survivin life Cutting out patterns that sharpen the knife Follow if you want, there’s a way through this heat Through the offbeat rhythm and relentless beat Final Chorus We can both get out, we can both break free— But understand first: my songs about me Outro (spoken → melodic fade) Steady now… I’m feelin’ my past finally ease More room in the passenger seat If you want, follow my lead, we can survive this game— Not a love song, it’s a vital sign check Every bar’s me pulling air through my chest Yeah I said “I love you,” yeah I meant what I said Tune it, fix it, strip it to core Building a version that’s stronger than before This ain’t bout’chu, it’s always been me From survival mode to stability I’m not obsessed with you—I’m obsessed with dominating my own life Cutting out patterns that sharpen the knife Follow if you want, there’s a way through this heat I’m in a headlock with the version of me Every late-night fight just to stay on my feet I love you, boo But this ain’t bout’chu… It’s always been bout me
