Woke up feeling long today—yeah, like a Monday that won't end,
My thoughts were running marathon but my steps said, “Let’s pretend.”
Then I took one sip of coffee—boom, my mood went short and quick,
Guess my vibe’s got two settings: “chill” or “real chaotic.”
Long when I talk big dreams like a late-night movie scene,
Short when I bail on plans and ghost the group chat clean.
People ask, “What’s your style?” I say, “Depends on how I be—
Some days I’m long like patience, some days short like ‘Nah, I’m free.’”
Long or short, it’s still me—
Shiftin’ like the city breeze.
One day I’m skyscraper-tall,
Next day I’m short like a missed call.
Long or short, it’s still me—
Just vibin’ with no guarantee.
Sometimes my messages go long—paragraphs with metaphors,
Sometimes I send one emoji and disappear indoors.
I try to say something deep, but instead I hit “unsend,”
’Cause my thoughts go long at first, but my courage goes short at the end.
Long when I hype myself like “I’m gonna change the game,”
Short when I open my fridge and forget what I came to claim.
If life’s a mixtape every day, then my lengths are track to track—
Some play long with heavy bass, some cut short and fade to black.
Long or short, it’s still me—
Shiftin’ like the city breeze.
One day I’m skyscraper-tall,
Next day I’m short like a missed call.
Long or short, it’s still me—
Just vibin’ with no guarantee.
Maybe I’m a jump-cut scene from a film that’s not yet done—
Long shots when I'm drifting, short shots when I run.
Life edits me in real-time—no preview, no redo—
Long or short, it's all just me, and somehow that feels true.
Long or short, it’s still me—
Stretching out or breaking free.
Doesn’t matter how I play,
I’m the remix of my everyday.
Long or short, it’s still me—
Still me, endlessly.
