© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- One—two—three—don’t blink. No brass, still blast—watch me. I came in crooked, I stayed too loud, halo bent, head in the clouds. They like their heroes clean and tame— I brought the smoke, I kept my name. My heart’s a drum with a cracked backbeat, still it drags the whole street to its feet. If I’m too much, then make some room— I don’t do small, I don’t do “soon.” Raise it up—no horns in sight, still I shine like stadium lights. Call me wild, call me wrong, I’m the chorus in the chaos song. Hands up high, hold that line— I’m the “yes” in a world of “fine.” Cut—again! / Wait—drop! / Now! I act brave because I’m scared you’ll see me. Love taught me soft, pain taught me fast, I keep both lessons in the same clasp. I want devotion, not a cage, a hand that holds me through the rage. If you can dance with my sharpest side, I’ll learn the quiet where you hide. I’m not a monster, I’m not a saint— I’m just a fire that won’t stay faint. Say it plain—say it true— I’m not too much… I’m meant for you. Raise it up—no horns in sight, still I shine like stadium lights. Call me wild, call me wrong, I’m the chorus in the chaos song. Hands up high, hold that line— I’m the “yes” in a world of “fine.” No brass… still blast.
