[Verse 1]
Velvet-lined prison of perfect notes
Grandmother's hymns still echo in my bones
Marcus said "Stand up straight, chin up high"
While my soul was screaming to break free and fly
[Pre-Chorus]
Tick-tock of the metronome
Teaching me to walk the line
But baby, I've got rhythm of my own
That they can't define
[Chorus]
Sweet discipline, you're my addiction
Wrapped in velvet, but God, these chains
Perfect posture, perfect diction
While my wild heart beats against the frame
Oh, these velvet chains
[Verse 2]
Sunday mornings in that old church choir
Learning harmony while seeking fire
They polished every rough edge away
But couldn't wash the blues from my DNA
[Bridge]
Mama said "Baby girl, keep it clean"
But there's dirt under these pristine
Classical fingers, and Lord knows
Some notes just gotta be raw
[Chorus]
Sweet discipline, you're my addiction
Wrapped in velvet, but God, these chains
Perfect posture, perfect diction
While my wild heart beats against the frame
Oh, these velvet chains
[Outro]
Watch me break free
But keep the grace they gave to me
'Cause even rebellion needs a melody
Sweet discipline, you made me, me