can't put me in a box

Trap-rock anthem: hard 808 sub, distorted six-string riffs, bass guitar, and feedback-led guitar; high-energy beat switch from melodic trap verses into a driving rock section, then back to a massive hook; the user's own recorded voice, melodic rap-sung delivery, intimate one-mic verses, doubled hook, and shouted bridge

CAN'T PUT ME IN A BOX

[Intro]

Yeah...

They keep asking me what kind of artist I am.

I don't know.

Depends what day you catch me on.

[Hook]

Can't put me in a box, I'm too big for the frame,
Too many sides to me, too much shit in my brain,
If I wanna sing, I'ma sing, if I wanna rage, I'ma rage,
If I wanna rap till I'm breathless, I'ma tear up the stage.

Can't put me in a box, don't label me now,
I done came too far to let a genre hold me down,
You can try to categorize me, but you'll never figure me out,
I'ma turn the whole damn spectrum into Platinum! sound.

[Verse 1]

I started with a pen and a dream in a bedroom,
Nobody knew the shit that I was gonna grow into,
Now I'm making every version of myself audible,
Turning all the pain that I swallowed into something beautiful.

I can make a trap song with a melody,
Then flip the energy completely when the drums come in,
Put a guitar underneath it, let the distortion breathe,
Then scream the hook until the whole damn room is shaking.

I don't wanna sound like them, I wanna sound like me,
Even if that means I gotta change the frequency,
I got rage in my chest and a melody in my teeth,
And a million different versions of the person I could be.

So don't ask me what lane I'm in,
I'm everywhere the road goes,
Don't ask me what box I'm in,
I kicked the fucking door closed.

[Pre-Hook]

I spent too long trying to fit
Where I was never meant to fit.

Now if the sound don't have a name...

I'll give it one.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Give me 808s, I'll make the bass shake,
Give me six strings, I'll make the stage break,
Give me heartbreak, I'll make a mixtape,
Give me one mic and a little bit of space.

I'll turn pain into poetry,
Anger into energy,
Melody to remedy,
Every scar embedded in the pedigree.

Technical when I wanna be,
Melodic when the moment needs,
Aggressive when they fuck with me,
Vulnerable when it's just me.

I don't need to pick a side,
I can live between the lines,
I can whisper through a verse,
Then explode before the rhyme.

That's the beauty of the freedom,
I don't owe anybody shit,
If tomorrow I wake up
And I wanna make some metal?

I'm making fucking metal.

[Beat Switch]

Guitars slam in.

[Bridge / Rock Section]

You can't tell me who I'm supposed to be!
You can't tell me what I'm supposed to sound like!
I spent my whole life trying to fit your mold!

NOW WATCH ME BREAK IT!

[Final Verse]

Fuck your categories, fuck your comparisons,
Fuck every critic trying to measure the variance,
I'm not a rapper that occasionally sings,
I'm an artist with a thousand different ways to bleed.

I can make you cry,
I can make you rage,
I can make you think,
I can make you break.

I can put the pain in a melody,
Put the anger in a 808,
Put the truth inside a six-string,
Put my soul inside a fucking bass.

No genre.

No limits.

No ceiling.

No permission.

Just Platinum!

[Final Hook]

Can't put me in a box, don't label me now,
I done came too far to let a genre hold me down,
You can try to categorize me, but you'll never figure me out...

I'ma turn the whole damn spectrum into Platinum! sound.

[Outro]

Guitar feedback.

You wanted to know what genre I am?

...

Whatever the fuck I feel like.

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CAN'T PUT ME IN A BOX [Intro] Yeah... They keep asking me what kind of artist I am. I don't know. Depends what day you catch me on. [Hook] Can't put me in a box, I'm too big for the frame, Too many sides to me, too much shit in my brain, If I wanna sing, I'ma sing, if I wanna rage, I'ma rage, If I wanna rap till I'm breathless, I'ma tear up the stage. Can't put me in a box, don't label me now, I done came too far to let a genre hold me down, You can try to categorize me, but you'll never figure me out, I'ma turn the whole damn spectrum into Platinum! sound. [Verse 1] I started with a pen and a dream in a bedroom, Nobody knew the shit that I was gonna grow into, Now I'm making every version of myself audible, Turning all the pain that I swallowed into something beautiful. I can make a trap song with a melody, Then flip the energy completely when the drums come in, Put a guitar underneath it, let the distortion breathe, Then scream the hook until the whole damn room is shaking. I don't wanna sound like them, I wanna sound like me, Even if that means I gotta change the frequency, I got rage in my chest and a melody in my teeth, And a million different versions of the person I could be. So don't ask me what lane I'm in, I'm everywhere the road goes, Don't ask me what box I'm in, I kicked the fucking door closed. [Pre-Hook] I spent too long trying to fit Where I was never meant to fit. Now if the sound don't have a name... I'll give it one. [Hook] Can't put me in a box, I'm too big for the frame, Too many sides to me, too much shit in my brain, If I wanna sing, I'ma sing, if I wanna rage, I'ma rage, If I wanna rap till I'm breathless, I'ma tear up the stage. Can't put me in a box, don't label me now, I done came too far to let a genre hold me down, You can try to categorize me, but you'll never figure me out, I'ma turn the whole damn spectrum into Platinum! sound. [Verse 2] Give me 808s, I'll make the bass shake, Give me six strings, I'll make the stage break, Give me heartbreak, I'll make a mixtape, Give me one mic and a little bit of space. I'll turn pain into poetry, Anger into energy, Melody to remedy, Every scar embedded in the pedigree. Technical when I wanna be, Melodic when the moment needs, Aggressive when they fuck with me, Vulnerable when it's just me. I don't need to pick a side, I can live between the lines, I can whisper through a verse, Then explode before the rhyme. That's the beauty of the freedom, I don't owe anybody shit, If tomorrow I wake up And I wanna make some metal? I'm making fucking metal. [Beat Switch] Guitars slam in. [Bridge / Rock Section] You can't tell me who I'm supposed to be! You can't tell me what I'm supposed to sound like! I spent my whole life trying to fit your mold! NOW WATCH ME BREAK IT! [Final Verse] Fuck your categories, fuck your comparisons, Fuck every critic trying to measure the variance, I'm not a rapper that occasionally sings, I'm an artist with a thousand different ways to bleed. I can make you cry, I can make you rage, I can make you think, I can make you break. I can put the pain in a melody, Put the anger in a 808, Put the truth inside a six-string, Put my soul inside a fucking bass. No genre. No limits. No ceiling. No permission. Just Platinum! [Final Hook] Can't put me in a box, I'm too big for the frame, Too many sides to me, too much shit in my brain, If I wanna sing, I'ma sing, if I wanna rage, I'ma rage, If I wanna rap till I'm breathless, I'ma tear up the stage. Can't put me in a box, don't label me now, I done came too far to let a genre hold me down, You can try to categorize me, but you'll never figure me out... I'ma turn the whole damn spectrum into Platinum! sound. [Outro] Guitar feedback. You wanted to know what genre I am? ... Whatever the fuck I feel like.

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