[Verse 1] I woke up with a line in my head Bare feet on the floor, still half-dead Got a cheap mic, a bent-up chair But I hear a whole world in the air
[Pre-Chorus] Give me one good take I can turn it gold Heart on the record Let it run, let it roll
[Chorus] I'm going to make music I'm going to make it loud I'm going to make music Pulling that feeling out (I'm going to make music) Out of my hands, through my chest I'm going to make music Yeah, I can't do less
[Verse 2] Late bus home and a cracked phone screen Still writing hooks on a grocery receipt The drum hits first, then the words fall in Like they knew my name before I began
[Pre-Chorus] Give me one good take I can turn it gold Heart on the record Let it run, let it roll
[Chorus] I'm going to make music I'm going to make it loud I'm going to make music Pulling that feeling out (I'm going to make music) Out of my hands, through my chest I'm going to make music Yeah, I can't do less
[Bridge] If the room goes dark I'll still sing on If the tape runs thin I'll keep it strong (keep it strong) One small spark Then the whole thing starts
[Final Chorus] I'm going to make music I'm going to make it loud I'm going to make music Pulling that feeling out (I'm going to make music) Out of my hands, through my chest I'm going to make music Yeah, I can't do less
Musikstyle
Pop anthem with bright four-on-the-floor drums, punchy bass, and sparkling synth stabs; verse rides tight clipped vocals, pre-chorus opens into rising harmony stacks, chorus hits with gang doubles on the anchor phrase, and the bridge strips to handclaps and a filtered synth pulse before the final lift. Close-mic lead, airy ad-libs, reverse swells into each chorus, crisp and glossy mix.