HFY

Lyrics

(Intro) (Music: The track begins with the haunting, dusty pop and crackle of a vinyl record. A deep, overdriven blues bass line starts—slow, thick, and heavy. Every four beats, a sharp, distorted metallic snare hit cuts through like a whip-crack. The mood is dark, R&B-infused with a gritty, Lo-fi aesthetic.) ​(Verse 1) (Music: The beat settles into a steady, head-nodding Lo-fi boom-bap. A melancholic, minor-key synth pad swells in the background, feeling cold and distant.) You only show your face when the sky is clear, When the heavy lifting’s over and the coast is finally near. I was your anchor while you were drowning in your mess, I held your shattered pieces while you confessed. But look at you now, showing up like you own the place, After leaving me buried, you’ve got the nerve to show your face? ​(Verse 2) (Music: A distorted electric guitar riff enters, playing a jagged, bluesy melody that sounds like a cry of frustration. The hi-hats start to double-time, building a subtle, nervous energy.) I remember the nights you hit rock bottom, you made your mistakes, I stayed through the wreckage, for goodness’ sakes. I never walked away when the cycle turned black, I stayed right beside you, I had your back. But the moment I start changing, the moment I grow, You turn your back on me and put on a show? Yeah, you vanish the second I need you to stay, You’re a coward, a parasite, and you can fuck right off today. ​(Chorus) (Music: The full rhythm section kicks in—harder, faster. The beat gets aggressive. A heavy, rhythmic "fuck you" pulse vibrates the low end. The bubblegum punk influence bleeds in here with driving, overdriven power chords behind the R&B vocal delivery.) So fuck you and your one-sided bullshit routine, I’m the best thing you had, and the worst you’ve ever seen. Take your hypocrisy, shove it, I’m closing the door, I don’t want to be your safety net, I’m worth so much more. Your standards are garbage, your love is a lie, So fuck you for real, and don’t bother to try. ​(Verse 3) (Music: The instruments suddenly drop out, leaving only a dry, crisp snare beat and a lonely, reverb-drenched guitar pluck. The vocal is raw, intimate, and right in your ear.) When I needed a hand, when I needed a friend, You were nowhere to be found, you’d just conveniently bend. I was evolving, trying to heal from the pain, And you couldn't stand it, so you left me in the rain. You abandoned me again just because I stood tall, Fuck you, and your ego, and your pathetic, narrow crawl. ​(Verse 4) (Music: The bass returns, deeper and more distorted, creeping back into the mix. A dark, lo-fi organ hums in the background, creating a sense of dread.) It’s a sick kind of math, how you take and you take, You’re a master of drama, a full-blown fake. I gave you my loyalty, I gave you my soul, You just treated me like a pawn you could control. You couldn't handle me growing, couldn't handle the truth, So fuck you for wasting the years of my youth. ​(Verse 5) (Music: The energy builds into a frantic crescendo. The drums become chaotic, mixing trap-style rolls with punk-rock energy.) I deserve someone who’s steady, who stays, Someone who matches the fire that I blaze. I’m done being the giver to a bottomless pit, I’m done with the games, I’m done with your shit. You left when I needed you? Fine, stay away, Fuck you for good, there’s nothing left to say. ​(Chorus) (Music: Full volume, high-intensity sound. Every instrument is pushing hard—the distortion is at its peak. The "fuck you" delivery is shouted with absolute conviction.) So fuck you and your one-sided bullshit routine, I’m the best thing you had, and the worst you’ve ever seen. Take your hypocrisy, shove it, I’m closing the door, I don’t want to be your safety net, I’m worth so much more. Your standards are garbage, your love is a lie, So fuck you for real, and don’t bother to try. ​(Outro) (Music: The chaotic wall of sound suddenly cuts to a single, reverberating, sad blues guitar note. The vinyl crackle returns. The sound of the wind blowing, then a heavy door slamming shut in the distance.) Yeah, you heard me. Fuck you. I’m growing, and you’re just dead weight. Don't bother coming back when the weather changes. I'm done. (Music: A final, low, menacing bass boom fades slowly into silence.)