Verse 1 Grew up in a house with thin walls Where secrets paced the hallway halls Cabinets rattled, promises bent Love was loud but never meant Learned real quick how to read a room Before I learned my favorite tune If chaos had a bedtime story Guess who starred in all the glory ⸻ Pre-Chorus They were chasing highs I was chasing stable Guess which one turned out more capable ⸻ Chorus I was raised on static and survival Background noise was parental denial Smoke in the air, truth in disguise I developed grown-woman eyes Now I walk in calm like I built it myself Peace isn’t luck — it’s earned wealth You call me intense? I call it trained I came out polished from what was unhinged ⸻ Verse 2 Medicine bottles, whispered fights Good days measured by quiet nights I packed my feelings neat and tight So no one noticed I was right Parentified without a badge Emotional manager at age ten-ish They were spiraling, I stayed straight Someone had to regulate ⸻ Pre-Chorus You say I’m independent — cute I didn’t have another route ⸻ Chorus Raised on static, fluent in stress Functioning in chaos is my finesse You call it guarded — I call it smart I built security from broken parts I don’t flinch when storms roll through I survived the original view If I don’t tolerate nonsense now It’s ‘cause I learned survival somehow ⸻ Bridge Addiction taught me early Love isn’t always safe So now I screen calls carefully And leave before I break You think I’m cold? That’s rich You think I overthink? I’m thorough When your childhood’s unpredictable You grow precision, not sorrow ⸻ Verse 3 No fairy tale, no soft design Just grit wrapped up in eyeliner shine I didn’t crumble, didn’t drown I just quietly figured it out They numbed their pain I memorized it Turned dysfunction into science ⸻ Breakdown Therapy bills? Worth every dime. Character development? Prime. ⸻ Final Chorus Raised on static, wired tight Still turned trauma into light Not a victim, not ashamed I outgrew what raised my name You survived chaos? Cute. I domesticated mine. I don’t need applause — I already know I’m fine. ⸻ Outro You call it baggage. I call it qualifications
