Chin Out

Intro

Yeah, Malakai—chin out, tears on the way

Verse

Malakai thinks he runs the scene, chin leadin’ the parade,

Talks back like a broken speaker, echoin’ his own charade,

Big pointy chin pokin’ out the crowd, looks like a traffic cone,

Calls it style, we call it clown—everybody knows,

Makes fun of the quiet ones, then melts when the mirror cracks,

One word back and he’s sobbin’ loud, mascara runnin’ down the tracks,

Says he’s main character energy, but the script keeps cuttin’ him,

Cryin’ on the set, director yellin’, “Cut—next!”—you ain’t him,

Chin so sharp it could slice the beef, yet your backbone’s thin as air,

Talk tough in the group chat, then ghost when the real heat’s there,

Biggest flex is your nose in the air, but it’s ridin’ that same chin,

One jab and the whole façade cracks—watch the waterworks begin.

Chorus

Malakai, chin out, cryin’ loud (cryin’ loud),

Talks big, folds quick—everybody sees it now (sees it now),

Pointy chin in the spotlight, but the tears steal the show,

You ain’t the main character, kid—you’re the joke of the whole room, whoa-oh!