Better With

VILLAIN

Villain

Drones

Something To Hide

I Love You, I’m Trying

Heather

Better wake up, baby girl
Better wake up to what they want from your world
They want you on their countdown clock
They want you on the action block
Not just a fan, you’re a data stream
And they plan to pick your pocket clean
They sell you dreams in filtered light
Then track your clicks all through the night
They dress it up in glitter tones
While mining truth from all your phones
Better wake up, baby girl
Better wake up to what they want from your world
Better wake up, baby girl
You’re not a brand, you’re not their pearl
Better wake up, baby girl
They’ll sell your face, they’ll sell your name
Better wake up, baby girl
Before you play their perfect game
They say “be bold,” but mean “be bare”
They say “stand out,” but strip you there
They say “be fierce,” but only if
You flash a smile and show some hip
They want your youth, not your mind
They want your curves, not your grind
They want your silence dressed in gloss
They want your soul—but at a loss
Better wake up, baby girl
Better wake up to what they want from your world
Better wake up, baby girl
You’re not a brand, you’re not their pearl
Better wake up, baby girl
They’ll sell your face, they’ll sell your name
Better wake up, baby girl
Before you play their perfect game
They track your tears, they tag your smile
They sell your pain in single file
They turn your heartbreak into clicks
Then feed it back through filtered tricks
They say “you’re seen,” but blur your face
They say “you’re free,” but set the pace
They say “you’re bold,” but cut your line
And call it art when you resign
You’re not a thumbnail
You’re not a trend
You’re not a product
You’re not pretend
You’re not a filter
You’re not a fix
You’re not a number
You’re not their clicks
Better wake up, baby girl
Better wake up to what they want from your world
Better wake up, baby girl
You’re not a brand, you’re not their pearl
Better wake up, baby girl
They’ll sell your face, they’ll sell your name
Better wake up, baby girl
Before you play their perfect game
Snap out of it, baby girl
You’re not a screen, you’re not a scroll
You’re not a pitch, you’re not a poll
You’re not a trend they get to mold
You’re a voice
You’re a verse
You’re a storm
You’re a soul
So wake up, baby girl
And take back control
wake up, baby girl
wake up,....wake up, (baby girl) baby girl( baby girl)
wake up,....wake up, (baby girl) baby girl( baby girl)
wake up,....wake up

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