Yo, I’m that hallway heartbeat, sneaker-squeak rebel,
tossing Cheerio glitter like I just don’t settle.
I wanna zip-line every note, make the lockers all rattle,
turn the choir-room ceiling into stadium battle.
Give me a B, give me a beat, give me a “no-way” stare—
I’ll still pop that high G, flip the social despair.
We’re the slushie-stained dreamers, one harmony, loud,
screaming “future’s unwritten” to the popular crowd.
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want—
I wanna zig-a-zig brave, wanna raise every voice in this joint.