Burn the suit. Keep the lesson. 👞🌪️
“The Chairman’s Text” is more than a track; it’s an anthem for the moment you decide to stop auditing someone else’s chaos and start investing in your own peace.
Drawing from my background in IT and innovation, I learned that you cannot fix a system that refuses to update. Sometimes, the most respectful thing you can do is step back and allow others the dignity of their own cause and effect.
The lyrics speak of escaping the “glass coffin” of obligation. The beat is the sound of walking away from the noise and into your own clarity.
Ride high. Lay low. Stay fast.
Your energy is your own currency. Spend it on creation, not conflict.
#Ynomrah #NewMusic #PersonalGrowth #ClearSignal #Autonomy #MindsetShift #Innovation #selfrespect
Lyrics 👇
The Chairman stands, Mikail calls the roll
A silk tie tightens, squeezing out the soul
This boardroom feels like a coffin made of glass
I watch the minutes, praying they might pass
My pocket buzzes against a restless thigh
Your letters glowing, promising the sky.
A taxi waits, the meter starts to run
I leave the ledger, chase the setting sun
The budget bleeds, let the numbers fall
I answer only to your midnight call.
Oh, ride high, lay low, stay fast
Make the heavy breathing last
Say aye, say ow, say yes
To the beauty of this mess
Slide the lock, kick off the shoe
Burn the suit to be with you.
The pub smells sweet like sawdust and old gin
A shadow corner where the games begin
We clink the glass, the amber fire flows
Forget the wife, she reaps just what she sows
She keeps her secrets, plays her wicked part
But here and now, you occupy my heart.
Oh, ride high, lay low, stay fast
Make the heavy breathing last
Say aye, say ow, say yes
To the beauty of this mess
Slide the lock, kick off the shoe
Burn the suit to be with you.
The sheets are cool, the radiator hums
My pulse is beating like a thousand drums
Your hair spills over, golden on the pillow
We bend and sway just like a weeping willow
The city screams outside the window pane
inside we drown the thunder and the rain.
Oh, ride high, lay low, stay fast
Make the heavy breathing last
Say aye, say ow, say yes
To the beauty of this mess
Slide the lock, kick off the shoe
Burn the suit to be with you.
The morning comes, a thief in grey and white
We stole the glory from the dead of night
My shirt is wrinkled, evidence is clear
But in this moment, paradise is here
The meeting starts at nine, the cycle turns
But on my skin, your fingerprints still burn.
Flesh on flesh, the only honest law
The wildest freedom that I ever saw
Let Mikail shout, let the empire shake
We take the pleasure that we choose to take.
Oh, ride high, lay low, stay fast
Make the heavy breathing last
Say aye, say ow, say yes
To the beauty of this mess
Slide the lock, kick off the shoe
Burn the suit to be with you.
Yeah, burn the suit.
Just be with you.