I'm Fine, Obviously|A Sinister Sister Creative Production (Remix)

[INTRO: whispered / conversational] Okay... So here's the thing. I had a plan. The plan had a plan. Then I lost the plan. But somehow... I'm still here. Yeah. --- [VERSE 1: dry conversational rap] I woke up late with a head full of thunder, Three new ideas and a bill I can't cover, Phone full of dreams, inbox full of ghosts, Everybody wants the queen, nobody asks what it costs. I got big little plans in a little-bitty room, Building whole kingdoms while I'm cleaning up doom, Got a notebook full of businesses, stars in the margins, Half of my procrastination is apparently artistic. I say, “Tomorrow, I'm changing my life.” Tomorrow says, “Girl, you said that last night.” So I laugh at myself, put the coffee on blast, If failure's got a schedule, baby, I'm running it fast. I been broke, been bruised, been underestimated, Been told “be realistic” when I was clearly overstated, But every time the door said, “Girl, you can't come in,” I built me a window and climbed through again. --- [PRE-CHORUS: melodic, rising] Maybe I'm dramatic, Maybe I'm afraid, Maybe all these dreams Are the debt I never paid. But I feel that little heartbeat Underneath the noise... And every time I almost quit, I hear that little voice: “Get up.” --- [CHORUS: explosive melodic hook] I'm fine, obviously, Look at me, look at me, Crown crooked, mascara running, Still making history. I'm fine, obviously, Don't ask me what that means, I got fire in my bloodstream And a nightmare full of dreams. If I fall, I make a runway, If I break, I make a beat, If the world won't make me room, I'll make the whole damn street. I'm fine, obviously... Obviously. --- [VERSE 2: rhythmic rap, more swagger] Look. I got ambition with a side of anxiety, Luxury taste with survival mentality, I want the mansion, the studio, the family, And enough land that my people can finally breathe. I want art on the walls and my name on the door, Want the kind of life I couldn't picture before, Want my children looking back saying, “She really did it,” Not “She had a dream.” No. “She fucking lived it.” I learned love can be beautiful, Love can be strange, Sometimes people disappear And sometimes people change. Sometimes you gotta love somebody From the other side of a wall, Sometimes being strong means admitting You're tired of being strong at all. And yeah, I got scars. I don't hide those. I put gold around 'em. That's how I decorate. --- [PRE-CHORUS: stripped down] Maybe I'm difficult, Maybe I'm too much, Maybe I learned surviving Before I learned trust. But somewhere underneath it There's a girl I recognize... She still believes tomorrow Might be worth another try. So get up. --- [CHORUS: bigger, layered vocals] I'm fine, obviously, Look at me, look at me, Crown crooked, mascara running, Still making history. I'm fine, obviously, Don't ask me what that means, I got fire in my bloodstream And a nightmare full of dreams. If I fall, I make a runway, If I break, I make a beat, If the world won't make me room, I'll make the whole damn street. I'm fine, obviously... Obviously. --- [RAP BREAKDOWN: beat nearly disappears] Wait. Let's not romanticize it. I procrastinate. I overthink. I make seventeen plans and finish four. I say I'm going to sleep then redesign an entire universe at 3 in the morning. I want everything. I fear everything. I love too hard. I dream too big. I keep rebuilding myself like somebody keeps hitting the reset button. And maybe... Maybe that's not failure. Maybe I'm just still becoming. [Beat Drop] [BRIDGE: intimate melodic vocal] I spent so long trying to prove I wasn't broken... Maybe I was just becoming something that couldn't fit the old shape. Maybe the wreckage wasn't the ending. Maybe it was the workshop. Maybe I don't need to be fearless. Maybe I just need to move while I'm scared. --- [FINAL CHORUS: huge, chaotic celebration] I'm fine, obviously! Look at me, look at me! Crown crooked, world exploding, Still becoming royalty! I'm fine, obviously! Don't ask me what that means! I got fire in my bloodstream And a nightmare full of dreams! I got plans! I got scars! I got songs inside my car! I got people that I love! I got stars above my yard! If I fall, I make a runway! If I break, I make a beat! If the world won't make me room... I'LL MAKE THE WHOLE DAMN STREET! --- [OUTRO: call-and-response / increasingly manic] Am I ready? NOPE! Am I scared? YEP! Am I quitting? NOT YET! Did I figure it all out? ABSOLUTELY NOT! But am I still here? ...Yeah. Am I still dreaming? Yeah. Am I still becoming? YEAH. Then turn that shit up. I'm fine. Obviously.