Stuck on the First Thing (Anchoring Bias)

A groovy pop-R&B number that personifies the invisible power of first impressions. The arrangement builds around a hook that won’t let go, mirroring the way an initial number, phrase, or idea “anchors” all subsequent thoughts. The verses feel confident and smooth, while the extended rap section becomes a torrent of imagery about being chained, pulled down, or “locked in.” Funky bass, slick beats, and rhythmic vocal delivery create a vibe that’s infectious and cool, even as the lyrics warn about the subtle chains of mental anchors.

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You dropped a number, now it’s stuck in my head,
like a shadow that won’t fade, it’s the word you said.
Doesn’t matter if the truth is far away,
I keep holding on to what you placed that day.
Every choice I make is chained to the start,
can’t move past the mark, it’s tied to my heart.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
can’t see what the rest brings.
Every thought revolves around,
the anchor that pulls me down.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
blinded by the one string.
Even when I try to leave,
it’s the first thing I believe.
Like a price tag written bold in my mind,
every deal I chase compares to that line.
Even when the numbers never make sense,
I can’t let it go, my defense is pretend.
Every road I take leads back to the start,
anchors on my soul, chains on my heart.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
can’t see what the rest brings.
Every thought revolves around,
the anchor that pulls me down.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
blinded by the one string.
Even when I try to leave,
it’s the first thing I believe.
Locked in position, my vision won’t change,
gravity pulling me into the frame.
Holding the weight of the number you gave,
a prisoner caught in the anchor I crave.
Can’t shake the moment, it lives in my head,
every word repeats the way that you said.
Even if the future’s showing me clear,
I keep on circling back to what’s near.
Memory heavy, it drags like a chain,
painting my choices, distorting the game.
Truth in the distance, but I can’t decide,
the anchor is steering my ship from inside.
Echoes replay like a song on repeat,
every new fact just falls at its feet.
Caught in the gravity, can’t break away,
anchored forever to that very first day.
I try to climb but I’m stuck to the ground,
numbers and voices are holding me down.
Lost in the cycle, my vision is blind,
anchored forever inside of my mind.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
don’t know what the truth brings.
Every thought revolves around,
the anchor that pulls me down.
I’m stuck on the first thing,
blinded by the one string.
Even when I try to leave,
it’s the first thing I believe.