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spoken intro, Alternative hip-hop, groovy bassline, boom-bap drums, half-spoken, male vocals, catchy, confident, 95 BPM
Zarante·2:19
2:19
Normal
spoken intro, Alternative hip-hop, groovy bassline, boom-bap drums, half-spoken, male vocals, catchy, confident, 95 BPM
Creator: ZaranteRelease Date: March 12, 2026
Lyrics
[Intro — bass, spoken]
My kid asked me what "normal" means.
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
[Verse 1]
I searched for words that wouldn't sound like lies,
but every definition crumbled when I met her eyes,
how do you explain a thing that no one ever defined?
A word the whole world uses and nobody stands behind?
So I said "it's like a dish that no one wrote the recipe for,
and everyone's pretending that they've had it all before,"
she looked at me like kids look when the magic trick goes wrong —
half smile, half suspicion, like she'd known it all along.
[Chorus]
I don't know what normal means, I don't think anyone did,
we just learned to fake it better — and we passed it to our kids.
[Verse 2]
I wore the right shoes, shook the right hand at the door,
said "team player" like I'd said it a hundred times before,
I learned to nod on time in conversations I don't follow,
to fill the gap with a smile before it gets too hard to swallow.
And somewhere down the line the act became the man,
the mask grew into skin, the skin forgot the plan,
I couldn't tell you now which voice is mine and which I borrowed —
I just know I've been returning the same smile since tomorrow.
[Chorus]
I don't know what normal means, I don't think anyone did,
we just learned to fake it better — and we passed it to our kids.
[Verse 3]
She'll learn it soon enough — the art of reading rooms,
the quiet science of becoming small enough to bloom,
she'll learn to shift herself depending on the crowd,
and one day she'll forget which version spoke the loudest and which version spoke aloud.
I could warn her, I could say "don't play along, it's all a trap,"
but the world rewards the act and there's no taking that one back,
and the cruelest part's not that we fake it — that's old news —
it's that the real you gets less love than the version that you choose.
[Final Chorus — slower]
I don't know what normal means — and now she won't either,
we just got better at pretending — and we'll do it...forever.
[Outro — bass fading, spoken]
She stopped asking.
That's when I knew she'd figured it out.
My kid asked me what "normal" means.
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
[Verse 1]
I searched for words that wouldn't sound like lies,
but every definition crumbled when I met her eyes,
how do you explain a thing that no one ever defined?
A word the whole world uses and nobody stands behind?
So I said "it's like a dish that no one wrote the recipe for,
and everyone's pretending that they've had it all before,"
she looked at me like kids look when the magic trick goes wrong —
half smile, half suspicion, like she'd known it all along.
[Chorus]
I don't know what normal means, I don't think anyone did,
we just learned to fake it better — and we passed it to our kids.
[Verse 2]
I wore the right shoes, shook the right hand at the door,
said "team player" like I'd said it a hundred times before,
I learned to nod on time in conversations I don't follow,
to fill the gap with a smile before it gets too hard to swallow.
And somewhere down the line the act became the man,
the mask grew into skin, the skin forgot the plan,
I couldn't tell you now which voice is mine and which I borrowed —
I just know I've been returning the same smile since tomorrow.
[Chorus]
I don't know what normal means, I don't think anyone did,
we just learned to fake it better — and we passed it to our kids.
[Verse 3]
She'll learn it soon enough — the art of reading rooms,
the quiet science of becoming small enough to bloom,
she'll learn to shift herself depending on the crowd,
and one day she'll forget which version spoke the loudest and which version spoke aloud.
I could warn her, I could say "don't play along, it's all a trap,"
but the world rewards the act and there's no taking that one back,
and the cruelest part's not that we fake it — that's old news —
it's that the real you gets less love than the version that you choose.
[Final Chorus — slower]
I don't know what normal means — and now she won't either,
we just got better at pretending — and we'll do it...forever.
[Outro — bass fading, spoken]
She stopped asking.
That's when I knew she'd figured it out.