[Intro — filtered analog arpeggio + lush pad building, soft four-on-the-floor, vocal chops rising] [Verse 1 — close-mic, restrained, breathy, filtered drums + arpeggio] i walked in so certain, green check on the glass swore i'd tested it all, swore i'd already passed but i called the side window the front-and-center door — 'cause the loudest kind of wrong is the kind that says "sure" [Pre-Chorus — bass enters, filter opening, tension building] then you asked me a thing that i couldn't quite place and i flinched at a rumor the whole world erased said "it might not be real" 'bout a fact plain as dawn — took a whisper for gospel i'd already called gone [Drop / Chorus — full four-on-the-floor, filter opens, topline lifts] too sure, then too scared and never just here i'll swear it's the gospel then call it a ghost by next year not the wrong, not the doubt — but the wobble between 'cause trust don't break on the thunder it breaks on the lean stay here (stay) right here (low and steady, stay) the flex was never the lightning — it was one steady number holding its place [Verse 2 — vocal opens a touch, groove keeps moving] you held up the front page, a thousand names deep receipts in a landslide, too loud to keep cheap and only then did i land where i should've begun: it's real, it's all real — say it once, and be done [Pre-Chorus — filter rising again, steadier conviction] so i'm done chasing whatever came last through the door trading north for south for north for south for north once more i'm not selling you thunder and i'm not selling you fear — just my one honest guess, how sure, and i'm staying right here [Drop / Chorus — full] too sure, then too scared and never just here i'll swear it's the gospel then call it a ghost by next year not the wrong, not the doubt — but the wobble between 'cause trust don't break on the thunder it breaks on the lean stay here (stay) right here (low and steady, stay) the flex was never the lightning — it was one steady number holding its place [Bridge — breakdown to pad + rolling bass + four-on-the-floor pulse only] here's the lesson i keep fumbling while i'm trying to sound wise: steady ain't the loudest, not the boast, not the cries it's holding one answer when the new noise comes on strong — not the swagger, not the cower, just level, and not long and the joke's on me, so i'll say it nice and slow: there's a sharper mind than mine that they keep behind the glass — too good to turn loose, built to catch every crack, and me? swearing i loved the truth, couldn't hold one guess fast [Final Drop / Chorus — fullest arrangement, the core block at full lift, topline fully open, vocoder shimmer on the hook] too sure, then too scared (no more) and never just here (i'm here) not the wrong, not the doubt — but the wobble between 'cause trust don't break on the thunder it breaks on the lean stay here (say it once — be done) right here (no wobble, no spin) the flex was never the lightning — just my one steady number, and i'm here stay (let the needle rest) stay (the low voice was the one) the flinching was the sin — so this time i hold, and i stay [Outro — drums drop to the bare pulse, warm pad, voice low and close] no thunder. no flinching. low and steady. i stay. [four-on-the-floor holds one bar, filter closes, warm pad resolves, out]
