[Intro]
Yeah — this one for Steven Thomas.
Boy voice, come out and meet the lights. (Ha)
(Auto-tune falsetto tag: "boy-voice, boy-voice")
[Verse 1]
You walk in with a whisper, stage lights like a glare,
Mic's feeling heavy but you float through the air.
Crowds lean in then drift like waves off the shore,
You sell a moment — they leave wanting more.
Studio takes, you stack 'em, but none of 'em stick,
Turns out your highlight's just a filtered trick.
Said you got heat, but it's lukewarm on the track,
Name in the mouth but the respect went back.
[Pre-Chorus]
Silence in the stereo, echo in the hall,
You practice perfect lines that crumble at the call.
(Quiet ad-lib: "yeah, yeah")
[Chorus]
Boy Voice, fade out — watch my crown glow (watch it)
Fake throne shaky, real ones steal the show
Auto-tune whispers, can't carry the flow
Step back now, watch your plateau grow
[Verse 2]
You flex a borrowed verse, rent beats for the night,
Lip-sync confession when the booth turns on the light.
You clap for the mirror, autograph a blank page,
Perform for the camera but you can't stage rage.
Remember the set where you fell on the hook?
Crowd went quiet — that silence is a book.
Your flex is on layaway, your roar is on mute,
I bring fireworks while you bring the flute.
[Pre-Chorus — sparse]
No echo, no bounce, just the tape rewind,
You chase the chorus but the chorus left you behind.
(Ad-lib: "whoo")
[Chorus]
Boy Voice, fade out — watch my crown glow (yeah)
Fake throne shaky, real ones steal the show
Auto-tune whispers, can't carry the flow
Step back now, watch your plateau grow
[Bridge — half-time, venom]
Soft falsetto: "boy-voice" (spread it thin)
I turn your echo into an origin of din.
Picture the grave of a gimmick, headstone reads: 'Try Hard',
You sell smoke and mirrors, I sell the boulevard.
Drop the falsetto tag, let the baseline thud,
You leak like a speaker with a hole in the pud.
(Spoken, cold): "This ain't personal, it's professional."
[Final Chorus — maximal]
Boy Voice, fade out — watch my crown glow
Fake throne shaky, real ones steal the show
Auto-tune whispers, can't carry the flow
Step back now, watch your plateau grow
Boy Voice, echo gone — crowd know the real
You chase a spark while I run the deal
Last call: doors close, I'm the seal,
Boy Voice, fade out — watch my crown glow
[Outro]
Steven Thomas — this the verdict of the night,
Lights dim, name fades, real stays in sight.
(Auto-tune falsetto tag repeats: "boy-voice, boy-voice")
Make the beat knock — let the story write.
