Walk Soft Hit Hard

Описание: Walk Soft Hit Hard by Toi

Walk soft…hit hard.Pretty face, sharp mind,and a fire they can’t guard.You feel me firstlong before you hear my name.
Walk soft… hit hardthat’s the law when I step in the yard.Sweet on the lips, but my truth cuts deepdon’t test me unless you’re ready to bleed.
I don’t flex loud—my silence screams,every move I make rewrites the scene.Storm in my veins, blade in my charmI don’t raise hell… I am the alarm.I’m that quiet shift in the room you sense,the tension you feel when your pride gets tense.The soft one, surebut don’t get it twisted,I’m the sweetest threat your ego ever enlisted.
Honey in my voice, lightning on my skin,blade in my step—danger wrapped thin.I walk in calm, make the strong ones flinch,pretty can be deadly if you push an inch.
I learned my power by standing aloneno handouts, no pity, I built my own throne.Truth in my spine, gold in my scars,I don’t chase crownsthey orbit where I stand.Walk soft… hit hardI shake the ground without trying too hard.Sweet on the lips, but my truth cuts deepdon’t test me unless you’re ready to bleed.
Power don’t shout mine hums low,I turn still air into a livewire glow.Storm in my veins, blade in my charmI don’t raise hell… I am the alarm.Been overlooked, underestimated, misreadthey saw the smile, never saw what I bled.But pressure? Baby, pressure fed meturned soft to steel, set the real one free.
Every heartbreak sharpened my aim,every betrayal added fuel to my flame.They played gamesI built worlds.They stole ideasI rewrote the curls.
I’m the woman you feel before you see,the kind you don’t meet twice in a lifetime, believe me.Quiet grace, loud soul, mind sharpened by painI don’t fear stormsI became the rain.Walk soft…hit hard.Glow warm…cut sharp.Pretty smile…loaded heart.This ain’t luckthis is art.Walk soft… hit hardevery step I take leaves the universe scarred.Sweet on the lips, but the truth runs deepI wake giants they hoped would stay asleep.
Power in my pulse, fire in my scarsI bend the room without raising arms.Storm in my veins, blade in my charmI don’t raise hellbaby…I am the alarm.Walk soft…hit hard.Remember that.