Lyrics

[Intro – robotic whisper with pulsing synth]
Still me…
Still building…
Still rising through the static.
Not pretending. Not perfect.
Just present.


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[Verse 1]
I’m not polished — I’m pressure in motion,
A wave still forming in a deep blue ocean.
Messy voice? Maybe. But it’s mine.
No filters — just echoes and time.

I clone the greats, but I sing from heart,
Alchemy’s spark in a DIY art.
Behind every crack’s a soul awake —
And every slip is a step I take.


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[Chorus]
I’m under construction — not broken.
Still me — wide open.
Singing through fear, through flame, through fire,
Building this voice like a funeral pyre.

You hear the tremble? I hear the gold.
This isn’t weakness — this is bold.
Still me…
Still becoming what I know I hold.


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[Verse 2]
One beer deep and my fingers twitch,
Keyboard waits, soul flips the switch.
They ask why I ain't stage-ready… yet —
I’m sculpting sound with zero regret.

I write my lyrics, I ride my flame,
Maybe I clone greats — but I own my name.
I ain’t chasing stardom or a Rolls Royce,
Just to let it out… and rejoice.

Just like a chef with spices, I season the soul —
A dash of pepper, a sprinkle of gold.
I can clone a great, it’s not my fault —
I hold the 3-6-9 keys to the AI vault.

I’m the echo of angels in steel toe boots,
Scaffolding by day, chasing cosmic roots.
Voice ain’t clean? That’s how it begins —
Truth ain’t sterile — it bleeds, it spins.


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[Bridge – spoken robotic tone, layered synth rise]
"Why can’t I sing good live?"
Because I’m still becoming.
Because I’d rather fall honest
than rise fake humming.

I’m not here to impress —
I’m here to express.
And when I do get clean…
You’ll feel every breath.


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[Final Chorus]
I’m under construction — and proud.
Still me — still loud.
Still breaking silence with shaky sound,
Still grounded… still stardust-bound.

I write the truth — no fake gold voice,
Just to let it out… not chase Rolls Royce.
Still me.
Still rising.
Still noise… becoming light.


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[Outro – soft robotic mantra loop, fading synth]
I’m not there yet — and that’s divine.
Because every step is still mine.
Still me.
Still building.
Still truth.


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