Room To Breathe

Rap, hard emotional anthem at 100 BPM; spacious felt piano, muted guitar chops, rounded sub-bass, heavy kick and cracking snare; gritty male rap with roomy pauses and double-time bursts, large gang-shouted hook; sparse opening drums widen gradually, syncopated bass drop, piano-led bridge, bright restrained chord lift in the final chorus; crisp clean mix, chest-hitting low end

[Intro - Piano, close vocal] Left the phone face down. Sat there. Didn't fill the silence. [Verse 1 - Sparse rap] Used to hear quiet and brace for a shout, Wonder which door all the trouble came out. Clock on the wall sounded loud as a threat, Couldn't relax till the house went to bed. Now there's a cup and a chair by the pane, Sun on the floor where I stood in the rain. Nothing dramatic. No crowd outside. Just a full breath that I don't have to hide. I kept mistaking connection for need, Let other people's moods tell me how to be. Today I got space and I ain't filling it fast, Some doors stay closed when you learn from the past. [Build] No footsteps I need to decode. No weight from a call I don't owe. Let the snare rise— Then leave one beat free. [Chorus - Shouted drop] ROOM TO BREATHE! ROOM TO MOVE! I DON'T NEED A CROWD JUST TO KNOW I'M TRUE! SUN COMES IN! SHOULDERS COME DOWN! THIS LITTLE BIT OF PEACE GOT A BIG FUCKING SOUND! [Verse 2 - Fast, clipped pockets] Still get pulled by the urge to explain, Still think saying no needs a paragraph saved. Delete that draft. Let it sit. A boundary doesn't need a committee. I can love people and keep my own space, I can miss someone without making that chase. I can be lonely and still eat dinner, Still take a walk, let the evening get bigger. Silence ain't always a verdict on me, Sometimes it's room for a thought to be free. One little life, but it's mine to arrange, Got nothing to prove to an empty place. [Bridge - Bare piano] Didn't know rest Could feel like this. Not everything quiet Has something amiss. [Final Chorus - Bigger drums] ROOM TO BREATHE! ROOM TO MOVE! I DON'T NEED A CROWD JUST TO KNOW I'M TRUE! SUN COMES IN! SHOULDERS COME DOWN! THIS LITTLE BIT OF PEACE GOT A BIG FUCKING SOUND! [Outro] Leave the window open. Let the morning in.

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