Been up since 3 AM, grindin' on this dream alone. Pour Decisions is a country trap anthem for every woman holding an empire together with worn thin seams, sassy spoken word verses stacking up the receipts: clients wanting revisions on the thing they said was fine, the ex sliding in the DMs wanting what he threw away, the contractor dodging calls, the algorithm burying everything she posts. Bright steel guitar slides weep over punchy 808s and crisp trap hats at 128 BPM while the pressure builds to the only reasonable conclusion: pour and light the fuse. The hook hits like a toast and a dare, lost my inhibition, don't need your permission, this ain't a confession, it's a pour decision. Then the bridge gets honest with the steel guitar underneath, maybe tomorrow brings regret, but tonight she's raising hell with nothing left to lose, because tomorrow's got conditions and tonight she gets to choose. Explosive, unapologetic, self-prescribed. Raise a glass to every contradiction. Written by Pamela Arsena. Pamela Divine on the Pamela Arsena label.
Been up since 3 AM, grindin' on this dream alone Buildin' my empire brick by brick but damn I'm tired to the bone Client wants revisions on the thing they said was fine Smilin' through the emails while I'm losin' half my mind Ex-husband's in my DMs wantin' what he threw away Couldn't last a minute but he still went out to play Universe is testin' me like I ain't paid my dues Only thing that's left to do is pour and light the fuse I've been holdin' it together but the seams are wearin' thin Got a list a mile long of the shape I'm really in Something's gotta give tonight and I know just where to begin Lost my inhibition, don't need your permission This ain't a confession, it's a pour decision Raisin' up my glass to every contradiction Yeah I'm on a mission, call it self-prescription Pour decision, pour decision Another pour decision Contractor keeps dodgin' every time I try to call Said he'd fix the kitchen but he ain't showed up at all Bank account lookin' like it needs a miracle Hustlin' for the top but I ain't hit the pinnacle Algorithm changed again and buried all my posts Workin' twice as hard for half of what I need the most Universe keeps testin' like I haven't proved enough Some days call for somethin' strong when everything gets rough I've been holdin' it together but the glass is gettin' low Got a hundred little reasons lined up in a row Something's gonna spill tonight and everybody's gonna know Lost my inhibition, don't need your permission This ain't a confession, it's a pour decision Raisin' up my glass to every contradiction Yeah I'm on a mission, call it self-prescription Pour decision, pour decision Another pour decision Maybe in the mornin' I'll regret a thing or two Maybe I'll wake up wishin' I had thought this through But tonight I'm raisin' hell with nothin' left to lose Tomorrow's got conditions but tonight I get to choose Lost my inhibition, threw away permission This ain't a confession, it's a pour decision Raisin' up my glass, yeah total demolition Superstition, intuition, ain't takin' intermission Pour decision, pour decision One more pour decision
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