Lyrics

Intro
(Spoken softly with echoes)
Two sides, one mind—who’s in control?
A tug-of-war for the soul.

Verse 1
I wake up with a mask on my face,
Who am I today, do I know my place?
One voice says chill, the other says fight,
One sees the sun, the other loves night.
Flip like a coin, heads or tails, I decide,
But when I land, it’s a war inside.
One cracks jokes, the other throws shade,
They battle on a stage that my psyche made.

Hook
I’m inside out, I’m upside down,
Two minds collide, I’m battleground.
I wear one smile, the other’s a frown,
Split in two, but I can’t shut it down.

Verse 2
Eyes wide open, but my vision’s blurred,
One speaks truth, the other twists words.
“Play it safe,” but the rebel says “run,”
A double-barreled voice and I’m holding both guns.
I’m the hero, I’m the villain too,
Same script, but I’m flipping through a different view.
Tick-tick-tick, I’m a bomb about to blow,
Which me survives? Man, I’ll never know.

Hook
I’m inside out, I’m upside down,
Two minds collide, I’m battleground.
I wear one smile, the other’s a frown,
Split in two, but I can’t shut it down.

Bridge
(Spoken, layered over a stripped-down beat)
Yo, I don’t need peace—I need space.
Two egos in my mind, it’s a dangerous race.
I’m the driver, but the backseat screams,
Caught in a nightmare dressed as dreams.

Verse 3
One says, “Focus,” the other yells, “Break!”
One builds a home, the other throws stakes.
I laugh at the pain, then cry in the same breath,
Living two lives, every step’s like death.
I’m a shadow and a spotlight all at once,
A paradox walking, man, that’s my hunt.
Can I make ‘em shake hands, bring a truce?
Or will they fight forever, my mind’s abuse?

Hook (Extended)
I’m inside out, I’m upside down,
Two minds collide, I’m battleground.
I wear one smile, the other’s a frown,
Split in two, but I can’t shut it down.

I’m torn in half, I’m spinning around,
I scream for peace, but it don’t make a sound.
Caught in a cycle, the tether unwound,
Two faces, one life—I’m lost, not found.

Outro
(Beat fades, voice grows distant)
Two voices, one choice, trapped in the sound,
Who’s the real me? I’ll never be crowned.