I'm no Jasmin(Cover)

I'm no Jasmin(Cover)

Narrative folk-rock / dark fairy-tale song with oriental undertone and anime opening energy. Slightly faster, more dynamic tempo than a standard folk reel (driving 6/8 or energetic 4/4), playful momentum, forward push. Instrumentation blends medieval folk elements (fiddle, flute/whistle, hand drums, subtle hurdy-gurdy) with rock accents (tight drums, restrained electric guitar) and warm atmospheric layers. Single male vocal performance with highly variable range: fluid shifts between low, grounded, seductive tones and higher, lighter, almost teasing or androgynous phrases. Voice plays deliberately with pitch, texture, and attitude as a form of control and provocation. Confident, dominant without force, playful with expectations. Occasional spoken or half-sung lines. Sensual, mocking, sharp, intimate. Mood balances charm, danger, smoke, color, and motion. Feels alive, flirtatious, untamed, mythic but modern.

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Lyrics

[Intro] They think flowers belong to girls Strange how that idea keeps swirling back They only bloom for those who don’t flinch When thorns snap sharp and answer back [Verse 1] They call me soft 'cause my mouth’s cherry red 'Cause my hands know how to slow and linger 'Cause my name twists up their tiny heads Like a puzzle they can’t make fit, can’t decipher They spit it like an accusation Hang it like a warning sign As if beauty ever screamed permission As if pretty ever meant "I’m kind" [Verse 2] I let them stare, let them guess, let them trip On the glossy lie their eyes construct I’m not weak, I’m not clean, I don’t slip Into the box they carved for me, pre-structured [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need to shout to lead the room I don’t need to break to win the fight I smile, I wait, I bide my bloom Till the honey on my lips turns to bite [Chorus] Call me flower, call me girl Say it slow if it helps you sleep Oh, you think I’m jasmine—oh no, you’re wrong I’m Yasmin I’m a bee-eater in the sun Sweet on my tongue, sharp in my teeth You want white, you want pure, something you can save I’m smoke that stays and outlasts the flame Yasmin Say it right [Verse 3] I wear amethyst like old memory Smoke quartz like habit, not escape My jewelry hums when I move freely Presence wasn’t meant to behave, to shape My skin learned order before desire Clean enough to fool the whole damn world But God still sees every hungry fire Burning under the polish, unfurled [Verse 4] They taught me love was a loaded gun Taught me touch was a debt to pay Now they gape when I choose who I want And never fake a single regret, a single sway [Pre-Chorus 2] I know my limits, feel them under my skin Sometimes I step beyond the line Just to feel my lungs fill deep within To remind myself I’m alive, I’m mine [Chorus] Call me flower, call me girl Mistake my softness for a unlocked door Oh, you think I’m jasmine—that sweet little myth you adore I’m Yasmin Here in my body And it’s mine I don’t bruise bodies, I ruin narratives Leave them craving more, incomplete Honey drips, no blood spilled, I don’t raise my hand I bend the room with just my heat Yasmin Not yours [Bridge] They read my name and think innocence See my face and think permission Hear my username—Kriech-tier—and still don’t get it I’m not the one crawling I’m the mirror you stared into And couldn’t hold the glare The truth you tried to smother, to subdue But it stuck to you, it’s still there [Verse 5] I braid my hair into my gifts when I want someone to stay A warmth that clings to their bones long after I leave I don’t fear being held, I fear the paperwork of love Divorce in every adult voice that taught me what makes us grieve [Verse 6] Then there’s him—quiet skin, eyes that don’t ask to own I touched him once, and learned how costly closeness becomes When it already belongs somewhere else, already sewn To a heart I could never unthread, never overcome [Final Chorus] Call me sinner, call me wrong Call me haram under your breath Oh, you think I’m jasmine—soft, untouched, easy to bless I’m Yasmin I choose where I place my tenderness I stay when I want, I leave when it’s time I’m smoke, I’m color, I’m what you couldn’t be You want a doll to tuck away, to define I’m the storm you tried to cage, wild and free Yasmin [Outro] I don’t stay long Except once And that was enough To ruin me beautifully