Rhythm #9. Stop Counting My Steps

Funky trap-pop, 140 BPM, half-time bounce, punchy 808, crisp hi-hats, slap bass, playful female rap

[Intro]
You brought a stopwatch to a dance floor,
I brought my own two feet and found a new door.

[Verse 1]
Somebody says I'm late to the race,
Somebody says I ought to change my face.
My cousin's got a house, my friend got a ring,
I'm over here learning how to do my thing.
You can keep that chart and that five-year plan,
Don't draw little borders on who I am.
I ran so hard just to hear them clap,
Never noticed all the things I passed.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not behind when the path is mine,
Not every flower blooms at the same time.
I'll speed up later if I need to run,
Right now I'm dancing underneath this sun.

[Chorus]
Stop counting my steps, I can count my own,
I know where I'm headed even when it's unknown.
Don't put your timeline in my favorite song,
I can move at my speed and still move along.
Stop counting my steps, let the beat breathe,
There's no finish-line ribbon hanging over me.
Fast or slow, I am still moving through,
And I don't need permission from you.

[Instrumental Break — 8–16 bars]

[Verse 2]
I made one good call, turned down a bad job,
Sat with a friend while she quietly sobbed.
Those things don't sparkle on a polished screen,
But I call them real progress, know what I mean?
I still want a future where my dreams come true,
Just don't want to lose the present chasing you.
I'm taking the stairs when the elevator's full,
Turns out the long way can be beautiful.

[Bridge]
Comparison can borrow joy without a sound,
Take it all back when you turn around.
Say your own name, pick your own lane,
A change in tempo isn't losing the game.

[Final Chorus]
Stop counting my steps, I can count my own,
I know where I'm headed even when it's unknown.
Don't put your timeline in my favorite song,
I can move at my speed and still move along.
Stop counting my steps, let the beat breathe,
There's no finish-line ribbon hanging over me.
Fast or slow, I am still moving through,
And I don't need permission from you.

[Outro]
No stopwatch, just a beat and my breath,
I'm making my own kind of progress.

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[Intro] You brought a stopwatch to a dance floor, I brought my own two feet and found a new door. [Verse 1] Somebody says I'm late to the race, Somebody says I ought to change my face. My cousin's got a house, my friend got a ring, I'm over here learning how to do my thing. You can keep that chart and that five-year plan, Don't draw little borders on who I am. I ran so hard just to hear them clap, Never noticed all the things I passed. [Pre-Chorus] I'm not behind when the path is mine, Not every flower blooms at the same time. I'll speed up later if I need to run, Right now I'm dancing underneath this sun. [Chorus] Stop counting my steps, I can count my own, I know where I'm headed even when it's unknown. Don't put your timeline in my favorite song, I can move at my speed and still move along. Stop counting my steps, let the beat breathe, There's no finish-line ribbon hanging over me. Fast or slow, I am still moving through, And I don't need permission from you. [Instrumental Break — 8–16 bars] [Verse 2] I made one good call, turned down a bad job, Sat with a friend while she quietly sobbed. Those things don't sparkle on a polished screen, But I call them real progress, know what I mean? I still want a future where my dreams come true, Just don't want to lose the present chasing you. I'm taking the stairs when the elevator's full, Turns out the long way can be beautiful. [Bridge] Comparison can borrow joy without a sound, Take it all back when you turn around. Say your own name, pick your own lane, A change in tempo isn't losing the game. [Final Chorus] Stop counting my steps, I can count my own, I know where I'm headed even when it's unknown. Don't put your timeline in my favorite song, I can move at my speed and still move along. Stop counting my steps, let the beat breathe, There's no finish-line ribbon hanging over me. Fast or slow, I am still moving through, And I don't need permission from you. [Outro] No stopwatch, just a beat and my breath, I'm making my own kind of progress.

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