I Want It All
Track 9 of Spoiled Rotten
[ Lyrics ]
Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. They said, ‘You can’t have both, pick a lane, make a call — am I the dreamer or the star of the show?’ I sketched my life out in peach-colored pencil, wedding ring left hand, gold record on the mantle. Age nine, I told my mom, ‘I’m gonna be someone,’ she said, ‘That’s sweet, but let’s stay grounded, honey, come on.’ Now my phone buzzes with confirmations — dinner at eight, he knows my reservations. Sold-out crowd screaming my middle name, yet I still come home to light his flame. I don’t need a scale to measure my worth, I’m not trading pieces of me for peace on this earth. No half-love, no half-dreams, I’m not splitting my soul at the seams. Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Not a sliver, not a fraction, not what’s left after. Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Built to hold it, born to own it, never folding. I want quiet mornings in silk and stillness, call me baby like he means it, not just for the frills, though. Want him present, not just paying the rent, want the lyrics I write to go platinum, intent intact. Walk red carpets in gold like a vision, he brings flowers without an occasion. No ‘or’ in my life, no ‘but’ in my plan — I’m not choosing less, I’m building a brand. I don’t want balance — I want overflow, don’t need a compromise to prove I’ve grown. The world tried to shrink me, said I’d have to choose — I said, ‘Watch me expand — I’ve got nothing to lose.’ Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Not a sliver, not a fraction, not what’s left after. Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Built to hold it, born to own it, never folding. That little girl who wanted the world? She wasn’t spoiled — she was prophetic. Every ‘too much’ they threw at my name just became fuel for the flame. I’m not greedy — I’m full, I’m not greedy — I’m love. And if love is a feast, then I’m taking the whole damn table. Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Not a sliver, not a fraction, not what’s left after. Love, luxury, loyalty — I want it all. Built to hold it, born to own it, never folding. Say it loud — say it proud — I want it — I want it — all. I want it — I want it — all. I want it… all.