
Song
Jace in a Box
Olivia robards · 6 plays
distrack, male vocals, aggressive, humorous, insult, rap style
Lyrics
Intro
Ayy, ayy, ayo
Turn the lights up, turn the lights up (ha)
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah (yuh)
Verse
Box named Jace, tell me how the label fit? (label fit)
Cardboard crown, taped-up dreams, man you lookin' split
Swingin' in the box, but you can’t hit the pitch (nope)
Pop fly to the parking lot, ball stuck in the ditch (ouch)
I seen better plays from kids with mitts made of cloth
You call that fielding? Bro, that was a soft cough
Talkin' loud, but your stats whisper 'meh' (meh)
You press the button, you play yourself again (again)
Ugly like a canvas nobody bought to hang (hang)
Weird like the chorus of a broken boombox clang (ayy)
Walkin' like you lost a step to yesterday (yesterday)
Mismatched socks, mismatched moves, you sway (you sway)
They call you Jace, but you act like empty space (box)
Name stamped on cardboard, but you misplaced grace (ha)
Your confidence inflated by a busted tape (pop)
Tryna flex in cleats but you trippin' on the plate (trip)
Pitcher throws soft meat, you swing like it’s a ghost
Struck out lookin', crowd whisperin' 'who's that most?'
You backstage, makin' faces at the mirror (mirror)
But the mirror blushes and then turns the other way, dear (ooh)
Pre-chorus
You weird, you awkward, you stuck in a label (stuck)
Ugly like mistakes on a cheap crib cable (cheap)
Mid at baseball, mid in the mirror, mid in the game
Jace, Jace, Jace, man, what's left of your name? (what's left)
Chorus
Jace in a box, (Jace in a box) Jace in a box
Jace in a box, (Jace in a box) Jace in a box
Mid at baseball, swing and miss, that's a loss (that's a loss)
Ugly on the roster, weird at the toss (weird)
Jace in a box, (Jace in a box) Jace in a box
Jace in a box, (Jace in a box) Jace in a box
You play like you paused—stuck on the startin' screen (stuck)
We laughin' while you livin' in a busted scene (ha)
Verse
Ayy, second inning, same story, different shade (same)
You benchwarmin' dreams while the coach throwin' shade (coach)
I got receipts stacked like bases you never touched (never)
You holdin' onto ego that don’t mean nothin' much (uh-huh)
Ugly laugh, ugly clap, ugly handshake too
Weird jokes, weird walks, weird lookin' tattoo (what?)
Your highlight reel's just a looping fail gif (gif)
Fans press skip, even the DJ change his shift (skrrt)
Name on the jersey but the letters peel off (peel)
You got the vibe of a low-budget show, sellin' cough (cough)
Tryna be fire but you smell like old smoke (old smoke)
Tryna be prime but you stuck on broke folk jokes (ha)
Box named Jace, but the lid's stuck tight
No air, no light, now you losin' sight (losin' sight)
Weird flex, weird grin, weird way you wink (wink)
Ugly truth, ugly proof, ugly in the blink (blink)
You stumble through beats, miss the rhythm, miss the rhyme
I lace the lines, drop the mic and clock the time (clock)
Your game needs a patch, your face needs a map
To find any charm you claim








