Label Maker (Room 4A)

dark indie rap, alternative rap, rap, glitch core, indie, indie alternative, hyper pop, syncopated

[Chorus]
He thinks he knows me
He thinks he shows me
Through all his stories and his rhymes
But I'm the one who's keeping time
In room 4A, in room 4A
Where stories fade and truth remains

[Verse 2]
Kid's got talent, I'll give him that
Weaving words like a diplomat
But he missed the point of Jessica's tale
When reality hits, that's when you fail
He writes about my calendar marks
Like I'm some creature in the dark
But every X is another day
That he refuses to face his way
See him flinch when nurses come
Pretending that he's just here for fun
Writing 'bout my wall scribblings
While his own demons spread their wings
Says I call the others sheep
But he's the one who's counting sheep
Hiding behind his poetry
While reality makes him weep

[Bridge]
Watch him document my scars
Like they're constellations of stars
But his own marks run deeper still
Hidden beneath his writer's quill
Every verse about my state
Is just his mirror, his escape
And Jessica? She sees it too
That's why she never said goodbye to you

[Verse 3]
Morning comes and there he sits
Adding drama, throwing fits
Making up these grand designs
About my supposed troubled mind
But I see through his masquerade
Every line, every word he's made
Is just a shield to hide behind
While his own truth stays confined
So keep on writing, little scribe
Keep on living in your tribe
Of made-up stories, made-up pain
While your real self goes down the drain
'Cause in the end, here's what's true:
4A isn't about me, it's about you
And all these words you write each day
Won't make your demons go away

[Outro]
He's not insane
Just scared to face
His own brain
That's okay
Here in room 4A
We all find our way

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[Verse 1] Welcome to my kingdom, I run 4A Got a new kid thinking he can narrate my days Scribbling in notebooks like he knows the score But I've seen his type walk through that door Fresh off a breakdown, thinks he's got it mapped Writing 'bout me like I'm some kind of trap "Mr. Label this" and "Mr. Label that" Boy, you don't know where my story's at See him watching me from his little bed Taking notes on every word I've said Making up these tales about Jessica Like he knows the weight of that trauma I see right through his poetic games Using our pain to make his fame Says I'm unstable, says I'm insane But he's the one who can't explain [Chorus] He thinks he knows me He thinks he shows me Through all his stories and his rhymes But I'm the one who's keeping time In room 4A, in room 4A Where stories fade and truth remains [Verse 2] Kid's got talent, I'll give him that Weaving words like a diplomat But he missed the point of Jessica's tale When reality hits, that's when you fail He writes about my calendar marks Like I'm some creature in the dark But every X is another day That he refuses to face his way See him flinch when nurses come Pretending that he's just here for fun Writing 'bout my wall scribblings While his own demons spread their wings Says I call the others sheep But he's the one who's counting sheep Hiding behind his poetry While reality makes him weep [Bridge] Watch him document my scars Like they're constellations of stars But his own marks run deeper still Hidden beneath his writer's quill Every verse about my state Is just his mirror, his escape And Jessica? She sees it too That's why she never said goodbye to you [Verse 3] Morning comes and there he sits Adding drama, throwing fits Making up these grand designs About my supposed troubled mind But I see through his masquerade Every line, every word he's made Is just a shield to hide behind While his own truth stays confined So keep on writing, little scribe Keep on living in your tribe Of made-up stories, made-up pain While your real self goes down the drain 'Cause in the end, here's what's true: 4A isn't about me, it's about you And all these words you write each day Won't make your demons go away [Outro] He's not insane Just scared to face His own brain That's okay Here in room 4A We all find our way

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