[Intro: soft room chatter, vinyl crackle, warm keys] They keep calling this place chaotic. ...I mean. They’re not wrong. Just incomplete. [Verse 1: relaxed conversational rap] Yeah, the hallway’s loud Kitchen light stays on Somebody’s laughing at midnight Somebody’s already gone Somebody’s mad over nothing Somebody’s fixing a chair Somebody walked in for five minutes And somehow still lives here We got names on cups Blankets on floors Half a dozen conversations Going through three different doors Got people who need quiet People who need noise People who cope by cooking People who break broken toys And from outside? Yeah, I get it Looks like too much Too many scars Too many personalities trying not to combust But they call that dysfunction Like love gotta be clean Like a good home means nobody ever raises their voice or leaves dishes in the sink Nah. [Pre-Chorus: melodic lift] Maybe normal ain’t quiet Maybe normal ain’t neat Maybe normal is knowing Who’s walking by their feet Who needs some space Who needs you near Maybe our version’s weird— But everybody’s still here [Chorus: warm melodic hook] This is our kind of normal Doors open, voices loud Somebody always missing a charger Somebody sleeping on the couch We fight, we cool down We come back around No picture-perfect family No reason to pretend now They can keep their kind of normal I don’t want what they call right Give me mismatched plates And somebody saying “text me tonight” Yeah, we’re strange Yeah, we’re scarred Yeah, loving us gets complicated But I’d take our kind of normal Over anything they painted [Verse 2: tighter rap, playful energy] Normal says everybody eats at six We got somebody making noodles at three like, “mind your business” Normal says don't yell room to room We got entire arguments going floor-to-floor before noon Normal says boundaries Good, we got those too Like don't steal my hoodie Don't touch my food And if somebody says “leave me alone” You leave them alone ...but put water by the door 'Cause you know how they get when they spiral at home Normal says family trees look organized Ours looks like somebody dropped spaghetti on a page and said “surprise” But every crooked little branch got roots somewhere Every strange little connection got somebody who cares So nah, I’m not embarrassed I don’t need to explain Why somebody’s crying laughing while somebody screams my name Why the couch got history Why the walls got scars Why there’s six pairs of shoes and nobody knows whose they are That’s home. Not a showroom. [Chorus: fuller drums] This is our kind of normal Doors open, voices loud Somebody always stealing blankets Somebody pacing through the house We snap, we cool down We come back around No picture-perfect family No reason to pretend now They can keep their kind of normal I don’t want something polite Give me ugly little mornings And everybody making it through the night Yeah, we’re strange Yeah, we’re scarred Yeah, loving us gets complicated But I’d take our kind of normal Over anything they painted [Verse 3: beat strips back, more vulnerable] Truth is— I used to think a good home never shook Never had doors slam Never had anybody need a second look Thought love meant calm Thought safe meant still Thought if everybody hurt sometimes Then maybe something wasn’t real But safe ain’t silence Safe is when the argument ends And nobody starts packing their shit like the love also ends Safe is saying “I’m pissed” And hearing “yeah, me too” Then somebody asks if you still want food Safe is being ugly Tired Wrong And not wondering whether one bad night means you don’t belong That took me a while. Still does sometimes. But I look around now? I don’t want some stranger’s blueprint for mine. [Bridge: soft sung-rap, warm harmonies] Let the walls be scratched Let the hallway shake Let somebody burn dinner And somebody stay awake Let us love too hard Let us get it wrong As long as when the night gets cold Nobody faces it alone [Final Chorus: full warm production] This is our kind of normal Messy, stubborn, loud People finding people And somehow sticking around We bend, we break down We build back somehow No picture-perfect family Thank God for that right now They can keep their kind of normal Every spotless little lie Give me crooked frames And too many coats hanging side by side Yeah, we’re strange Yeah, we’re scarred Yeah, some days get complicated But I’d take our kind of normal Every time. No hesitation. [Outro: room chatter returns] Besides... Normal sounds boring as hell.
