Collective

[ Lyrics ]

We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.

Used to carve our names in the margins of maps,
just two faces in a lineup, no afterthoughts.
Now the door’s wide open, no more counting heads,
come in, leave your armor — lay your dreams on the bed.
She’s got a lens that sees through the pose,
hearing lyrics in the hum of the stove.
Heels kicked off in the sound booth corner,
writing verses on a napkin like a love letter.

No hierarchies, no solo spotlight,
we build the stage then step inside.
This ain’t charity, it’s justice in motion —
love the craft, not just the commotion.

We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
No kings in this kingdom, just sisters with power.
We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
A table with no empty chairs, we brought the chorus.

She paints the set in midnight gold,
storyboards scribbled while the coffee’s cold.
Heard her laugh through the mic test line,
now she’s co-arranging this heartbeat of mine.
Used to fight for scraps, now we share the plate,
every voice a color, every wound a frame.
No more whispering — we’re signing in ink,
this ain’t just a project, it’s a home we both think.

They said the industry breaks what it can’t divide,
but you can’t crush something already alive.
We’re not begging — we’re opening doors,
with keys made of trust and so much more.

We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
No kings in this kingdom, just sisters with power.
We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
A table with no empty chairs, we brought the chorus.

Started with two, now the rhythm’s a wave,
love letters turned manifestos, strong and brave.
No gatekeepers, no velvet rope lies —
just a spark multiplied by five.
We don’t compete, we duplicate —
every dream lifts when we amplify.

We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
No kings in this kingdom, just sisters with power.
We brought three more girls in — now it’s ours.
A table with no empty chairs, we brought the chorus.

Now it’s ours…