Lyrics

[Intro – Spoken]
Let me break it down real slow…
This ain’t spite.
This is just truth.
You asked for names?
Cool. I got the proof.

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[Verse 1]
I let you off the hook, gave the cleanest out,
Two texts, no drama, not a whisper of doubt.
You flipped it quick — turned peace to a plot,
Actin’ like defiance when it wasn’t what you got.
“Sounds like someone my son knows,” cool start,
Then jumped to “God” like a pop-off chart.
Who do you think you are, settin’ up the scene?
Like I’m playin’ games — girl, I kept it clean.

I dropped a link, no drag, no chase,
Didn’t press you once, just gave you space.
But the moment I ain’t bend, you spun it wild,
Sanctimonious smile, straight manipulative child.
Playin’ saint on Zoom, drama in the square,
But your son don’t call and Keith ain’t there.
Dan walked off, Joya got fried,
Every friend gone — can’t all be lies.

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[Hook]
Waterpipes in the yard, you talk all day,
Home Depot runs like a game you play.
But when I speak truth — “oh, meds must be wrong,”
You twist my depth into where I don’t belong.
This ain’t me ghostin’, this is me seein’ clear,
All them setups, girl — I ain’t standin’ here.
You want loud? You want heat? You want hooks?
This is closure. This is off the books.

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[Verse 2]
Instagram scrolls, not a like, not a glance,
But you want applause when you start your dance.
I posted reels with my voice on fire,
Not a whisper back, not even a liar’s admire.
But when I speak with tone, when I go in deep,
You say I’m in trance or talkin’ in sleep.
You say “concerned,” but the twist is cold,
You don’t want real, you just want control.

You can’t go two angles in my thought maze,
Say you tired of “oh” — well, welcome to phase
Three: where I stop decoding the storm,
And let you swirl in your self-made norm.
I don’t owe a name check, a bow, or reply,
I don’t play the martyr, and I won’t comply.
Your patterns repeat, I’ve seen this track,
And every time I speak, you throw it back.

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[Bridge – Spoken / Sung]
You ask for words,
Then run from the weight.
You want the mirror,
But not your fate.

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[Verse 3]
Let’s get forensic — you don’t do peace,
You weaponize care and call it release.
You say “therapy,” “trance,” “change your tone,”
But girl, all I asked was to be left alone.
From Home Depot tales to the faucet flood,
You talk all day but don’t taste the blood.
‘Cause I bleed in lines, build truths in rhyme,
And you tuned out by the second line.

I see it now — you don’t want a man,
You want a mirror to bend to your plan.
And when it cracks, you scream, “You fled!”
But baby, you just don’t hear what’s said.
You frame it tight — I disappear, I sin,
But never ask what state I’m in.
You chase control, then call it love,
While burnin’ bridges you’re standin’ above.

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[Final Hook]
So Keith gone. Dan bounced. Joya fried.
Your son don’t call. Your patience died.
Waterpipes sing but your soul don’t hear,
Too proud to bend, too wired to steer.
I gave you exits. You set the fire.
So I stepped out, not mired in mire.