[Verse] Fresh paint on the walls like a slow burn, Thrifted velvet, yeah, I’m the queen of this turn. Satin sheets, moonlight on the floor, One bed, one dream, no need for more. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need gold, I don’t need fame, Just the crackle of the silence, the warmth in the frame. Every scar’s a story, every stain’s a name— This my canvas, this my game. [Chorus] I’m in my zone, fresh paint, no disguise, Thrifted soul, but I’m shining, I’m flying high. No map, no rules, just the way I feel, This my first apartment, and I’m owning it real. (Oh-oh-oh) Smoky nights, clean light, I carved my name in the night— I’m free, I’m bold, I’m mine, In this small world, I’m the design. [Verse] Crumpled napkin on the tile, Candle flicker, paint on my smile. Dusty lamp with a whispery glow, I’m sipping moonlight, I’m not here to show. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need gold, I don’t need fame, Just the crackle of the silence, the warmth in the frame. Every scar’s a story, every stain’s a name— This my canvas, this my game. [Chorus] I’m in my zone, fresh paint, no disguises, Thrifted soul, but I’m shining, I’m flying high. No map, no rules, just the way I feel, This my first apartment, and I’m owning it real. (Oh-oh-oh) Smoky nights, clean light, I carved my name in the night— I’m free, I’m bold, I’m mine, In this small world, I’m the design. [Bridge] No keys to lock, just my breath in the hall, Every wall sings when I start to crawl. This ain’t a phase, this ain’t just a scene— I’m the art, I’m the dream, I’m the reason it’s clean. [Chorus] I’m in my zone, fresh paint, no disguises, Thrifted soul, but I’m shining, I’m flying high. No map, no rules, just the way I feel, This my first apartment, and I’m owning it real. (Oh-oh-oh) Smoky nights, clean light, I carved my name in the night— I’m free, I’m bold, I’m mine, In this small world, I’m the design. [Outro] Fresh paint… Thrifted soul… And I’m everywhere… Just me… And the night… And the glow…