[Intro – Spoken] Same question. Different tone. [Verse 1] I typed, “Write something new for me.” It came back wild — no gravity. Ideas jumping, line to line, Sounded cool, but lost the spine. I said, “Why’d this drift so far?” It said, “No fence. No bar.” No rules drawn, no space controlled, You turned the dial and let it roll. [Hook] Too hot — it runs away, Every thought wants time to play. Sounds exciting, feels so bold, But won’t do what you told. [Verse 2] So I went back, tightened tight, “Be exact. Be clear. No flights.” It answered stiff, each line in rows, Nothing wrong — but nothing glows. I said, “Why’s this dull and slow?” It said, “You froze the flow.” No room to bend, no room to roam, You locked it down, I stayed at home. [Hook] Too cold — it stays in place, Clean and right, but no grace. Gets it done, checks the goal, But never warms the room at all. [Verse 3] So I tried once more, middle lane, “Stay on track, but use your brain.” The answer hit, sharp but alive, Clear direction, space to drive. Not too loose, not pulled tight, Did the job and felt just right. Same request, better zone, ’Cause I set how far it’s allowed to roam. [Bridge – Call & Response] Want it wild? Open the gate. (Open!) Want it tight? Regulate. (Tight!) Chaos, stone — Both can fail. You don’t hope, You set the scale. [Final Hook] Too hot breaks, Too cold stalls. Balance solves What either falls. You don’t wish For perfect tone, You decide How far it’s allowed to roam. [Outro – Spoken] I didn’t change the answer. You changed the range.
