I Run This

[ Lyrics ]

I write it, I mix it, I mean it.

Sat through the notes, smiled at the suits,
"You’ve got the look — just needs some tweaks."
They said, "Trade the guitar for a trap snare,
Make it sleek, make it air."
I nodded slow, took the folder home,
Read it once, then let it burn.
Candles lit, DAW on blast,
Silence screaming: *What’s your voice at last?*

No middleman, no filter pan,
I route the sound straight from my hands.
This ain’t rebellion — this is return.
Watch me rebuild where they burned.

I run this — heartbeat in the kick,
I run this — every breath I pick.
I write it, I mix it, I mean it.
No ghost, no mask, I lead it.

Started with a hum, then a bassline crawl,
Drum grid tight, no room for flaws.
Layered my truth in octave highs,
Ran the vocal comp till the morning light.
Used to fear the blank screen's glare,
Now I welcome the silence there.
Scars turned stems, pain in the reverb,
Every wound’s a part of the service.

No third opinion, no A&R prayer —
I master the moment, I set the air.
This ain’t ego — it’s alignment.
Final cut’s mine, no reliance.

I run this — heartbeat in the kick,
I run this — every breath I pick.
I write it, I mix it, I mean it.
No ghost, no mask, I lead it.
vocal tag: 'I lead it — I lead it' — harmonies lift, claps syncopate)

Used to pray for the call —
"You’re exactly what we want!"
Now I whisper to the console wall:
"I’m exactly what *I* want."

And the levels rise...

I run this — heartbeat in the kick,
I run this — every breath I pick.
I write it, I mix it, I mean it.
No ghost, no mask, I lead it.
I run this — hands on the faders,
I run this — past the placaters.
I write it, I mix it, I mean it.
This sound? Yeah — it’s *meant* it.

I run this…