Lyrics

Verse 1 – Bryan Freedman, flipping open the folder]
Lights up, Ms. Lively, let’s start at the top,
You said “private matter”—then sent it to the press shop.
Vision PR hit send like it’s brunch invite season,
So tell us, was that justice or brand cohesion?
And when you said “I just wanted to be heard,” in court or in People?
Hard to tell when your pain’s dropping with promo and a Sephora sequel.

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[Verse 2 – Blake, PR mode activated]
Umm, I—believe in women and platforms and light,
And sometimes advocacy comes in… influencer bites.
I never meant for this to go viral or escalate,
Except for when I plotted the feature and the launch date.

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[– Bryan, turning receipts into daggers]
Let’s not play coy—section 47.1 ring any bells?
You wanted control. When that flopped, the drama swells.
You called it “abuse” after you didn’t get your way,
That’s not a claim, ma’am—that’s a screenplay.
You cried “trauma,” canceled deposition days,
Then popped up in Pilates and wellness displays?

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[Hook – Chorus, dripping with disbelief]
🎵“With teeth, with teeth”—girl, that’s your own flair,
You typed “yummy and flirty” like it’s workplace air.
If Justin had sent it, you’d call HR on sight,
But when it’s you? Suddenly it’s “empowered delight.”
🎵“With teeth, with teeth”—you said you’d perform it too,
“Let me act it out next week”—was that Method or just you?

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[ Bryan, dragging the hypocrisy front and center]
You subpoenaed every doc in Wayfarer’s file,
Demanded SH reports with courtroom style.
But when they asked you to participate? You passed.
You wanted the evidence—but not your name on the glass.
You play victim, puppetmaster, and judge in one,
But truth don’t bend just ’cause you misted it on.

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[ – Bryan, now naming names]
And let’s not pretend Justin’s the first on your list,
You exploited an ex-bestie too—remember Taylor Swift?
Used her spotlight, her fandom, her trust like a tool,
Then ghosted her name once it stopped being cool.
You play loyal… ’til there’s more shine somewhere new,
Then you spin the fallout like it’s feminism too.

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And while my client lost his home to smoke and ash,
You denied his extension—cold move, pure flash.
But you asked for your own, again and again,
With no fire, no loss… just a marketing plan.
So tell me, Blake, what exactly is real?
Because this lawsuit smells more like a book deal.

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[ Bryan, calmly shutting the folder]
So I’ll ask you one last time, clean and slow:
Is this about harm—or the empire you sow?
You wear victimhood like couture, sharp and bright,
But behind the tulle? Just smoke, mirrors, and spite.