[Verse 1] Where'd you come from Right here Then they copy it They can try [Pre-Chorus] But they can't copy The source [Verse 2] Yeah I'm not vain I just noticed the pattern Same walk, same tone, same little things that matter You watched how I built it and studied the frame Studied the frame Tried on the rhythm, then borrowed the name Does it make me mad? Sometimes But I can't stay sore Imitation's just applause With its pride on the floor You can mirror the motion, duplicate the pose But the part that makes it breathe, that's the part nobody knows [Chorus] Can they sing it? (They can sing) Can they feel it? (That's the thing) You can learn every note and still miss what made it ring You can copy the sound, but you can't copy the source Trace everyone, still can't borrow the force You can climb every rope, ride high, come back low But if it never touched your heart, the whole room's gonna know You can copy the sound, but you can't copy the source [Post-Chorus] That's mine That's mine [Verse 3] You think you can ride through the scale like this Whole one, clean note to the air gets thick Drop in the chest and turn falsetto bright Make one little word carry half of your life Nah, that ain't arrogance, that's knowing my craft I spent years giving feeling, a place in the staff Every bruise got a vow, every joy got a key Every time I open up, there's some mystery in me That's why when I sing to my woman She knows where it lands She don't just hear the melody She knows the man And no matter how high this whole thing may run She knows every loveline still points back to one [Chorus] Who can take the glow (Not the source) Take the style (Not control) Take the note (Not the vibe) You can't duplicate What came from inside [Outro] That source I'll build a career being honest on a microphone Crooner by trade, but the feeling made it home And if I leave anything, when my last note clears Let it be somebody younger singing truth for fifty years Suns, daughters, greats, grands, a whole new line With a mic in their hands, not copying me, finding what is theirs That's legacy That's how creation outlives the creator Make it yours, find your sound Make it real from the ground Don't imitate, create That's how greatness gets passed down They can copy the sound They can copy the sound Trace everyone, still can't borrow the force Go high, go low, take every road I take But emotion ain't a costume you can put on and fake Have the sound, the sound You can borrow the course, course But if it didn't come from here, you ain't got the source Source, source, source, source Don't copy me, find you Don't copy me, find you From the heart, that's the start From the soul, that's the goal Create your own, and they'll copy you
