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[intro]
Here I am just sitting in, staring out, 
Thinking, thinking about how 
 We were just in a drought 
but it finally rained  
droplets of water still waiting on my window pane, pain, pain, it's all pain
And the wind keeps blowing in my eyes 
but I’m still sitting here inside  
wondering why life feels like a ride I can’t get off of but desperately need to

I need to,
I need to

[Hook]
Just
Fkn '
Stop 

Stop,
Stop, stop stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
This ride
This ride

[Verse]
But I’m seeing through me now, it’s ridiculous, I’m pitiful  
trauma got me all fkd up, just like a little girl 
still scared of what's lurkin' in the dark
‘cause she saw what lies inside it 
So she spends her life hiding 

Yeah,
 she’s protected herself all these years, she’s so dutiful  
always keeps her eye out, waiting for the funeral  
And that's me, I guess, 
I guess I'm talking about me but my mind keeps whirling thoughts 
And it won't let me be  

I wonder if healing’s supposed to feel like this—  
like waiting for weather, like staying alive just so I don't miss
Something beautiful
And here I am now
like ashes that never cool all the way down  
like knowing the storm passed, but still flinching at the sound  
I whisper, it’s fine, it’s fine, I’m fine now
but even the wind doesn’t believe me  
and neither do i
I -
I can't remember what so good about life.

[Hook]
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride

[Verse 2]
and it won’t let me rest, won’t let me breathe,  
won’t let me trust a single quiet thing.  
every gust of wind feels like a message I can’t read.  
the fan spins like it’s mocking me -
same circle, same circle, same circle.  
everything in this room moves except me,  
and the longer I sit here the more I feel  
like another part of the furniture -
burnt-out curvature, posture permanent,  
body turned fixture, mind still murmurin’.  
I’m wearin’ the chair, or it’s wearin’ me,  
stuck somewhere between burden and scenery.  
the corners collect me, dust learns my name,  
I creak when I breathe, and the air does the same.  
maybe this is all there is -
just breathing and waiting and pretending it’s motion,  
some kind of cruel,
 still devotion.

[Bridge]
but I can feel it building again  
that tilt, that pull, that carnival spin  
the one that keeps saying hold on  
when I don’t want to hold on  
I don’t want to hold on  


[Hook]
And I  -
I just gotta get off this ride

Just
Fkn
Stop 

Stop,
Stop, stop, stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I just gotta get off
Off
Off
Off this ride

[Outro]
and the worst part is  
I don’t even know where off is   
I just know I can’t keep riding  
with my hands nailed open  
and my eyes wide shut  
while the wind keeps blowing in  
and the world keeps turning  
without asking if I want to come along

[Hook]
And I  -
Oh I, -
Yeah I -
I just gotta get off this ride

Just.

Fkn

Stop.

Stop,
Stop, stop, stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride

I gotta get off this ride

Get Off This Ride

Beautiful Outrage is Willa’s declaration of war against silence, softness, and censorship. Across five cinematic tracks, she weaponizes beauty, grief, and rage—turning every verse into a confrontation and every hook into a headline. This isn’t an EP. It’s a manifesto.

She doesn’t beg for attention—she burns through it. From the club sermon of Beautiful Outrage to the voyeuristic horror of Livestream, Willa builds a world where femininity is dangerous, vulnerability is defiant, and every lyric is a scar turned into scripture.

The production is moody and mythic—basslines that bleed, synths that flicker like broken ring lights, and vocals that feel like whispered threats. The visuals match: cracked gold, red cursive, and a face you can’t forget.

Beautiful Outrage

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