SOME DAYS YOU GOTTA BE THE VILLAIN

Candy Colored Coffins

Emberzz

Candy Colored Coffins

Southern soul, country rap

[Intro — Lonely pedal steel, distant gospel hum, slow heavy 808 heartbeat. Female voice, almost spoken]

Funny how a room forgets
Who kept the lights on.

[Verse 1 — Soulful country singing, intimate and restrained]

We were family till a stranger walked in,
Everybody saw a star where we saw a man.
Rolled out the carpet, pulled up a chair,
Forgot the ones who'd always been there.
I watched good people swallow their words,
Scared that speaking up might get somebody hurt.
I wasn't looking for a fight that night,
But somebody had to say what wasn't right.

[Pre-Chorus — Voice rises, raspy soulful edge]

You can make me sound wrong,
You can say I'm not right,
You can tell me I don't see the truth,
But you can't say I didn't fight.

[Chorus — Huge soulful country hook, mournful harmonies, long held notes]

Some days you gotta be the villain,
When the heroes won't say a thing.
Some days you gotta leave the building
And let 'em keep their paper crown and ring.
I know when to hold 'em,
I know when to fold 'em,
Know when taking a loss is a win.
If speaking up makes me the villain,
I'd do it all again.

[Verse 2 — Country-rap cadence, hard kick and sliding bass]

Funny how loyalty gets a short shelf life,
When a shiny new name catches everybody's eye.
Years in the trenches, showing up, putting in,
But the new kid talks and the whole room bends.
I ain't mad somebody else got a seat,
I'm mad you forgot who helped build the street.
And I watched folks doubt what they made,
From somebody else's words on a page.
You can call that help, I call it bad timing,
Can't fix a race when the finish line's behind me.
I said what I meant, didn't ask for applause,
Sometimes a little friction's what exposes the flaws.

[Pre-Chorus — Half sung, half spoken, gospel organ enters]

You can make me sound wrong,
You can say I'm not right,
You can tell me I don't see the truth,
But you can't say I didn't fight.

[Chorus — Full soulful belt, layered harmonies]

[Bridge — Beat drops out, just pedal steel, organ, raw vocal]

I didn't need a trophy
To tell me what I'm worth.
And silence never saved a soul
From getting dragged through dirt.
You can have the gold, the glory,
You can tell 'em I was wrong.
But don't confuse my walking out
With not being strong.

[Final Chorus — Explosive gospel-soul country delivery, drums slam back]

Some days you gotta be the villain,
When the heroes won't say a thing.
Some days you gotta leave the building,
Let 'em crown whoever they please.
I know when to hold 'em,
I know when to fold 'em,
Know when taking a loss is a win.
If speaking up makes me the villain,
I'd do it all again.

[Outro — Instruments fall away, close-mic husky spoken vocal]

Being quiet never won me a trophy.
And losing you ain't losing me.

[Hard stop]

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[Intro — Lonely pedal steel, distant gospel hum, slow heavy 808 heartbeat. Female voice, almost spoken] Funny how a room forgets Who kept the lights on. [Verse 1 — Soulful country singing, intimate and restrained] We were family till a stranger walked in, Everybody saw a star where we saw a man. Rolled out the carpet, pulled up a chair, Forgot the ones who'd always been there. I watched good people swallow their words, Scared that speaking up might get somebody hurt. I wasn't looking for a fight that night, But somebody had to say what wasn't right. [Pre-Chorus — Voice rises, raspy soulful edge] You can make me sound wrong, You can say I'm not right, You can tell me I don't see the truth, But you can't say I didn't fight. [Chorus — Huge soulful country hook, mournful harmonies, long held notes] Some days you gotta be the villain, When the heroes won't say a thing. Some days you gotta leave the building And let 'em keep their paper crown and ring. I know when to hold 'em, I know when to fold 'em, Know when taking a loss is a win. If speaking up makes me the villain, I'd do it all again. [Verse 2 — Country-rap cadence, hard kick and sliding bass] Funny how loyalty gets a short shelf life, When a shiny new name catches everybody's eye. Years in the trenches, showing up, putting in, But the new kid talks and the whole room bends. I ain't mad somebody else got a seat, I'm mad you forgot who helped build the street. And I watched folks doubt what they made, From somebody else's words on a page. You can call that help, I call it bad timing, Can't fix a race when the finish line's behind me. I said what I meant, didn't ask for applause, Sometimes a little friction's what exposes the flaws. [Pre-Chorus — Half sung, half spoken, gospel organ enters] You can make me sound wrong, You can say I'm not right, You can tell me I don't see the truth, But you can't say I didn't fight. [Chorus — Full soulful belt, layered harmonies] Some days you gotta be the villain, When the heroes won't say a thing. Some days you gotta leave the building And let 'em keep their paper crown and ring. I know when to hold 'em, I know when to fold 'em, Know when taking a loss is a win. If speaking up makes me the villain, I'd do it all again. [Bridge — Beat drops out, just pedal steel, organ, raw vocal] I didn't need a trophy To tell me what I'm worth. And silence never saved a soul From getting dragged through dirt. You can have the gold, the glory, You can tell 'em I was wrong. But don't confuse my walking out With not being strong. [Final Chorus — Explosive gospel-soul country delivery, drums slam back] Some days you gotta be the villain, When the heroes won't say a thing. Some days you gotta leave the building, Let 'em crown whoever they please. I know when to hold 'em, I know when to fold 'em, Know when taking a loss is a win. If speaking up makes me the villain, I'd do it all again. [Outro — Instruments fall away, close-mic husky spoken vocal] Being quiet never won me a trophy. And losing you ain't losing me. [Hard stop]

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