Hairline Revolution

[ Lyrics ]

New part, new heart, new rules.

Sat in the chair, didn’t ask for a change,
just said, ‘Take it down to the line of my jaw, arrange.’
She pulled the comb through the weight of my past,
all that old length was a habit that lasted.
One cut, then another — no flinch, no delay,
watched the pieces fall like receipts from yesterday.
Not a reckoning. Not a cry. Not a scene.
Just a quiet undo of who I had been.

Walked out the door, wind caught in the frame,
the way it moved felt like someone else’s name.
Didn’t need armor — just air on my neck,
finally free of the script I’d accept.

Hairline revolution, yeah, it’s quiet but loud,
not a war, not a riot — just me in the now.
Hairline revolution, I didn’t explain,
just stepped into motion, rewrote all the pain.
‘You look different,’ they whisper. I say, ‘I feel seen.’
This ain’t for the ‘gram — it’s the first move of me.

Met my reflection at a stoplight red,
smirked at the girl who used to nod at instead.
Wore the black blazer I bought but never wore,
shoulders squared like I’ve always kept score.
My mom called, said, ‘Something’s shifted in you,’
I said, ‘I stopped hiding what I knew was true.’
It’s not the hair — not exactly the style —
it’s that I stopped asking you back for a while.

No more small talk, no rehearsed reply,
I’m not the echo — I’m the voice, I’m the why.
Not a phase, not a trend, not a tease —
it’s the softest rebellion to finally please.

Hairline revolution, yeah, it’s quiet but loud,
not a war, not a riot — just me in the now.
Hairline revolution, I didn’t explain,
just stepped into motion, rewrote all the pain.
‘You look different,’ they whisper. I say, ‘I feel seen.’
This ain’t for the ‘gram — it’s the first move of me.

They used to say, ‘Be softer. Be sweet. Hold the line.’
Now the line’s in the mirror and it’s mine, all mine.
Not a plea. Not a flaw. Not a fix.
Just a shape that fits — finally clicked.

Hairline revolution, yeah, it’s quiet but loud,
not a war, not a riot — I’m claiming my crown.
Hairline revolution, no need to consult,
I know what I want — and it starts with this cut.
‘You look different,’ they whisper. I say, ‘That’s the point.’
This ain’t the beginning — it’s the evidence I got.

New part. New heart. New rules.