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Patterns 1 by ANGEL-CHIDINMA

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Patterns 1

Teen Pop With Rap,Female Vocals

0:002:15
Lyrics
Description
Verse 1
Yeah,
We fall back in the same old frames, same old scenes,
Numbers on repeat, countin’ days, countin’ dreams.
Ups and the downs, lefts and rights feel known,
Like I walked this road engraved in stone.
Narrow paths, why it never straightened out?
We know the fix, still we mess it up somehow.
Say “go right,” but we driftin’ left again,
Start to wonder if we right or just pretend.
Hook
Left, right, left—yeah, it’s déjà vu,
Same turns, same pain, same point of view.
Try to break free, but the pattern stays tight,
Are we lost in the road or scared of what’s right?
Left, right, left—tell me what it means,
Is it fate or fear or unfinished dreams?
Verse 2
Maybe I’m right ‘cause I’m built this way,
Maybe you left ‘cause that’s how you pray.
Split paths, footsteps echoin’ alone,
Tryna break cycles, steppin’ into unknowns.
Now the road straight, silence loud in my chest,
Should feel peace, but it don’t feel blessed.
Too clean, too calm, somethin’ missin’ inside,
Funny how straight lines don’t feel right.
Hook
Left, right, left—yeah, it’s déjà vu,
Same turns, same pain, same point of view.
Try to break free, but the pattern stays tight,
Are we lost in the road or scared of what’s right?
Left, right, left—tell me what it means,
Is it fate or fear or unfinished dreams?
Bridge (half-time, spoken/rap)
I wish I went left…
No, that ain’t right.
Every choice heavy in the dead of night.
Thought I escaped, but the curve came back,
Life bendin’ lines like it’s drawn in black.
Verse 3
Road start curvin’, I follow the sway,
Head in a spin, let my thoughts float away.
Mind take flight, doves in the sky,
Then I see you in the turn—why?
Did you swerve too, tryna break the mold?
Or we just replayin’ a story we told?
Same look, same pause, same silence before—
Damn… we been here before.
Outro / Hook (stripped)
Left… right…
Patterns in the dark, patterns in the light.
Run from the loop, still circle back tight,
Same damn road, different night.