[INTRO] (Production: Filtered sidechain pads, telephone vocal EQ, building to a 4-on-the-floor kick) Lonely chords hitting deep right into my soul, Yeah, we’re all actors here, just playing a role! Lonely chords hitting deep in my... na-na-na, ...ain't hiding it, nah! (Beat drops! Funky clean guitar kicks in) [VERSE 1] (Production: Punchy pop bass, snappy syncopated rhythm) Plastic love, fake smiles for the cam, We’re only a ting for the story on Gram. Man wouldn't know me if I took off the mask, This fake-ass life is a myth, I’m over the task! Lone girl from the ends, yeah I'm worth way more, Pacing down the dark streets, past the corner store. The angel in my chest is taking a beating, Boy don't even know the heart that he's cheating. Lonely chords and the fire in my eyes, Wanting something better... Nah, fear ain’t stopping me, cutting the ties, Just grafting for a better forever! [CHORUS] (Production: Huge dance-pop drop, bright pluck synths, glossy layered vocals, high energy) Lonely chords hitting deep right into my soul, Yeah, we’re all actors here, just playing a role! Lonely chords living rent-free inside of my mind, We’re faking the funk, yeah, we ain't even blind! (Ah, yeah, we ain't even blind!) [VERSE 2] (Production: Bassline pulls back, focus on a groovy drum pattern and cheeky vocal delivery) Posing in the pic with a cheeky little grin, Acting like we're mates, but we don't fit in. Got a hundred man in my contacts list, But my phone stays dry, I ain't even missed. Watching the sunset on my ones today... Wish I was with a peng boy, flying away! Mixing up the baccy and the cheap offie booze... In an empty gaff, got nothing to lose! [CHORUS] (Production: Full club energy, 4-on-the-floor drums hitting hard, maximum radio-ready polish) Lonely chords hitting deep right into my soul, Yeah, we’re all actors here, just playing a role! Lonely chords living rent-free inside of my mind, We’re faking the funk, yeah, we ain't even blind! [OUTRO] (Production: Beat fades into echoing sidechain pads, isolated vocal chops) Lonely chords... In this gaff on my ones... Yeah, we're all actors here... (na-na-na) Ain't hiding it, nah. (Sound of a lighter striking, an exhale, track ends abruptly)
