[Verse 1, spoken flow] Ironed shirt on the doorknob Coffee cold, haven't touched it Three a.m. and I'm pacing Through the launch that almost broke me Pulled up five old projects Every detail, every stumble Wrote the wins, wrote the losses Wrote the parts that kept me humble [Pre-Chorus, whispered] They don't want a perfect stranger They want proof that you were there [Chorus, call-and-response] Walk it back, walk it back Ninety three percent on track Know your name, know your lane Walk that memory lane [Verse 2, relaxed flow] Mirror practice, Tuesday evening Use their words like they're my own Map the job to what I've carried One good reason stands alone Not a hundred scripted answers Just the work beneath my hands Every question is a doorway Back to where I know I'll land [Pre-Chorus, whispered] They don't want a clean rehearsal They want someone who was there [Chorus, call-and-response] Walk it back, walk it back Ninety three, I know the track Speak your truth, show the proof Walk that memory lane [Bridge, stripped] You're not learning lines You're remembering who you are Situation, task, and action Then the part that left a scar [Chorus, building] Walk it back, walk it back Ninety three — no looking back Took my time, did the work Walked that memory lane [Outro, fading] Ninety three... ninety three... I know my story cold
