Break the Ceiling

Intro

Uh— yeah, yeah

(Choir: ooh-ooh, ah-ah)

Light a torch, watch the ceiling split

(Watch it) uh

Verse

They told me slow down, I told them press fast, press fast (press)

Run the tape back, every forecast got a question mark (huh)

Fabric of my nights — tailor-made, bespoke scars

I pray in studio light, confession on the bars

Mama said be humble, my mirror laughed at meek

I speak in million-dollar metaphors when I can't sleep

Designer sins, designer wins, I mix 'em, stitch 'em, sell 'em

A saint with a cigarette, wrist cold, ice melt on 'em

I'm building cathedrals out of one-bedroom beats

Turn a sample into sermon, turn a crowd into a feast

No permission, just precision, cut the chorus like a seam

Tell the doubters keep their distance while I resurrect a dream

Count the losses like a ledger, then I torch the page (burn)

Rewind the highlight reel, then I stage the stage (stage)

I pray for clarity, I hustle for the crowd (yeah)

I sing my flaws in stereo and I shout 'em proud (shout)

Pre-chorus

Oh— I been lighting rooms, turning small lights to flames

(Oh-oh) I been walking through the noise, calling out names

Uh— I want the whole thing, not a taste, not a frame

(Watch me) I took the risk, now I'm owning the claim

Chorus

I wanna fly higher than the headlines, oh-oh (fly)

I wanna write my truth in gold, let it shine, let it shine (shine)

I break the ceiling with a sermon and a beat (beat, beat)

I break the ceiling with a sermon and a beat (beat, beat)

Say it loud— say it loud— say it loud— (say it)

I wanna write my truth in gold, let it shine, let it shine (shine)

Verse

Skrrt— came up on borrowed time and new designs

Sewed a cape from my regrets, wore it into bright lights

They measure me in headlines but they can't see the hours

I plant noisemakers in the quiet, watch the bloom of power

Flash frames, paparazzi storms, lenses like cold rain

I learned to dance inside the chaos, learned to name the pain

Press play on a confession, sample my own heartbeat (beat)

Lay a choir on the chorus, make the imperfect sweet

I count blessings like receipts, stack 'em, file 'em, fold

I call the future on my line like it's something I control

I sell truth like it's a ticket, watch 'em line the gate

They wanna know the method, but the method is my fate

I mix prayer with a punchline, remix home with harm

I keep my promises on vinyl, keep my word like charm

Tell me what ambition costs and I'll show you how I paid (paid)

Tell me where the light goes when the crowd starts to fade (fade)

Bridge

(Ahh) let the choir shout, let the rhythm be a pulse (oh)

(Ahh) let the preacher mouth the lines that make us tough (come on)

Uh-huh— I built a moment out of messy parts

I stitched my failures into armor, stitched my truth into the charts (charts)

(Yeah) ah-ah-ah— let it lift you, let it lift you

(Yeah) ah-ah-ah— let the sound shift you, let the sound shift you