Speak Between Beats

(shhh...

keep it quiet)

Straight-A report card sitting on the kitchen desk But my heart is

beating to a different rhythm in my chest They want a doctor,

a lawyer, a perfect daughter trace But I am practicing my angles

in a hidden space (shuri shuri)

I'm locked inside this wooden room,

keeping my head low Mixing Afrobeat drums with a Seoul-city glow

They don't understand, they only see the gold grade But they don't

see the promise that I secretly made

I keep my dreams in the dark,

under my bed

All of the lyrics and moves trapped in my head (neul geuraet-deusi)

They want a perfect picture,

I want a stage Writing my destiny

on a hidden page

And if I tell them,

will the world fall apart?

Will they look at me

and say I broke their heart?

So I practice till my feet bleed,

quiet on the floor With my headphones on,

staring at the locked door

(ooh, geokjeongma)

One day they will see

Across the oceans, from Lagos to Seoul

This is my soul,

this is my goal

(ije naega boyeojulge)

I keep my dreams in the dark,

under my bed All of the lyrics and moves trapped in my

head (neul geuraet-deusi) They want a perfect picture,

I want a stage Writing my destiny

on a hidden page

(shhh...) Just a little

longer... (naega galge)