Ive literally been in love with this song since she released it. I wish she would put it on spotify 

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Tate McRae - Not Talking (Unreleased Song)

Player (Unreleased) - Tate McRae

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Tate McRae - @ Her

hmm…
They called me whore, they called me wild,
but I was only ever holy.

They dressed me in their scripture,
before I could even read.
Called me cursed, called me dangerous,
planted shame—like a seed.

Watched my mother bow and break,
learned her silence, learned her ache.
But I took her ashes—
and mixed them into paint.
paint, paint, paint…

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
Hear me now.

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire.
(turn their whispers)
into my choir.
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls.
Passion is power.
Love is my rite.
I bow to no throne—
but the gods—and my own life.

From girlhood’s quiet corners,
to streets they told me to fear—
they called me temptress, rebel,
they tried to make me disappear.
But I kissed my shadow,
till it bloomed into light.
An alchemist of sorrow,
I turned shame into sight.

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
a thread in my rag…

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into my choir!
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power,
Love is my rite!
I bow to no throne—
but the gods and my own life!

Call me Whore!
Call me Witch!
You’ll hear me singing!
Call me Lost!
Call me Cursed!
You’ll see me winning!
We’re the daughters of your warnings,
the prayers you can’t erase—
We’re the fire in your story,
and we’re not afraid of flames.

We wear their shame—like crowns of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into our choir!
We are not the beasts—they built in their psalms—
We’re the priestesses—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power!
Love is our rite!
We bow to no throne—
but the gods—and our own life!

We kiss the shadow…
we crown the night…
Alchemists of shame—
turning curse into light.
into light… into light…

i wrote a song... (stress me out) // tate mcrae

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