(c) 2026 VocalKidFolk314 [Intro] “shhh… listen… the hair knows… the hair always knows…” [Verse 1] I woke up with a lion on my head, Roaring like it paid the rent instead— [echo]“instead… stead…” Mirror said, “bro, this is destiny,” But my comb filed a complaint against me. [Verse 2] Should I march to the cutter like a warrior bold, Or let these wild strands shimmer like molten gold— [echo]“gold… gold…” My bangs keep yelling “freedom!” like a protest sign, But my split ends whisper, “dude… it’s time…” [GLITCH]“ti-ti-ti-ti-time—” [Chorus] Cut it loose or let it be, Is the wild in me or the cut I need? Every strand’s a prophecy— What’s the fate of my hair… gonna be? [Verse 3] Yo, my curls got swagger, they walk in first, They order lattes, man, they quench their thirst. But the barber’s chair is calling like a velvet throne, Saying “sit right here, let me carve your soul.” Hair today, gone tomorrow, that’s the cosmic joke, But the universe sneezed and my part line broke— [GLITCH]“bro-bro-bro-bro-broke—” [Verse 4] My hair’s a storm cloud ready to explode, Thunder in the roots, lightning in the flow— echo: Should I tame the beast or let it rage free, A mythic mane of chaotic energy? [GLITCH]“ener-gy-gy-gy—” [Verse 5] I stand on the cliff of follicle fate, Wind in my strands like a trembling gate— Cutting means change, but freedom means fear, And both sound perfect when the crowd is near. [Final Chorus] Cut it loose or let it be, My heart and hair both disagree— Every strand’s a memory, But tonight… I’ll let my wild self be free. [Outro] “free the hair… free the heart… free… me…”
