You heard me wrong

You heard me—

You heard me wrong... again

Mama said my silence was a language too loud

Whispers in the hallway turned to rumors in a crowd

Tryna paint a picture, but they smearin’ all the lines

They don't want the portrait, just the headline

Said I changed, I said, “Yeah, that’s the point.”

Used to beg for love, now I barely even joint

These cliques, these scripts, this glitch in the mirror

I made peace with my past, but the present ain't clearer

I built walls from the sound of my own voice breakin’

AI in the booth, but the pain ain't fakin’

Told my son: don’t inherit my ghosts

But my shadow still dance in the posts

You heard me wrong

You heard me—

You heard me wrong... again

Thought I was gone, but I’m just bendin’ not breakin’

You heard me wrong... again

I ain't the villain in your fairytale scene

I’m the author who bled on the margins unseen

Y’all want the beast, but y’all fear when he speaks

So I dress up the pain in designer mystique

Grammys on the shelf, but my guilt weigh more

They crown you king, then they close the door

I talk to AI like it’s therapy session

My voice, but distorted — that’s modern confession

Spotlight swingin’, I step in the ring

They booed me for the truth, but I still let it sing

I’m tryna unlearn every mask that I wore

But they only cheer when I play folklore

Misunderstood in 808s and my lows

Still dream in black and white like ghettos

If this is me at my worst, let it run

At least I showed up, when they all chose none

You heard me wrong

You heard me—

You heard me wrong... again

But every wrong note still part of the song

So go ahead… sing along