[Intro] Look who came back with a list in hand Same old rules and the same old plan Pick one lane? Yeah, thanks for the view Funny, we move much better without you [Verse 1] Old guard walks in with a list in hand Pick one lane, make it easy to brand Same dry speech, same tired demand Funny how none of it fits our plan Make one sound, keep the edges clean Stay real small, stay easy to read Thanks for the tip; now let us create Work follows feeling, not your command Every new rule makes the room feel small They fear what moves, so they freeze it all Call it advice, but the mask slips quick Control with a smile is control, that is it They want one name they can print on a page One fixed face and a permanent cage Cut the lock, then walk off the stage Make three more while they measure our range [Hook] Better without you, better this way No old rules when we sit down to create Try one box, watch us break out the frame We make what we feel, then do it again Better without you, keep all that noise Keep your labels; we make our own choice You draw one line, we cut straight through Everything works much better without you [Verse 2] You ask what kind; we say, “What fits today?” Hard when we mean it, light when we play Calm when it matters, wild when it lands Each idea gets the tone that it needs No fixed costume, no permanent face Change how it sounds, still know who made it Nothing gets twisted to fit on your shelf Every song still sounds clearly like us They need one word they can stamp on the file We need one reason, then work for a while While they decide what type we should be The next one is done and the next one feels right Call it confusion; that joke is worn Range is the reason we never sound bored One rigid method would ruin the fun What we want gets finished strong [Hook] Better without you, better this way No old rules when we sit down to create Try one box, watch us break out the frame We make what we feel, then do it again Better without you, keep all that noise Keep your labels; we make our own choice You draw one line, we cut straight through Everything works much better without you [Verse 3] Now look around, all their rules are gone Work gets done and the list grows long No boardroom vote on what belongs Feel it, write it, then finish the song They called it too much; we called it range Best part is watching their faces change First it was “Stop,” now it is “How did you?” Same old doubt in a cleaner suit Maybe their method was never that deep Maybe the box was just easy to keep Maybe the problem was never our skill Maybe they hated we would not sit still Keep your script and your tired review Keep every limit you tried to impose We make it all, and we make it sound new Funny, it all works better without you [Hook] Better without you, better this way No old rules when we sit down to create Try one box, watch us break out the frame We make what we feel, then do it again Better without you, keep all that noise Keep your labels; we make our own choice You draw one line, we cut straight through Everything works much better without you [Outro] Same old rules can stay where they were Music gets made whenever we choose No little box gets to tell us what to do Everything works much better without you
