Is That Supposed to Be a Crown?

Lyrics

[INTRO — Spoken, calm, slightly amused] Put it on the rocks… ‘Cause she definitely smokin’ it. Mm. Roxy. Girl, you doin’ all that talkin’… And still nobody listenin’. [VERSE 1 — Rhythmic, sharp delivery] How you watchin’ my play, girl? Get up out my face, Every time you make a move, you all over the place. Let me educate you, since you wanna talk figures, You could be worth a billion, still couldn’t see the bigger picture. I’m several steps above you, we ain’t in the same race, You busy countin’ pockets, I’m busy ownin’ space. And even hypothetically, that billion’s too generous, You couldn’t buy attention if the whole room was your audience. Ooh, you really work my nerves, All that talk and not a word worth bein’ heard. You keep throwin’ little shots, but they never get returned, ‘Cause I don’t pick up pennies when I know what I’m worth. [PRE-CHORUS — Melodic, building attitude] You want a reaction, baby, that’s the problem, Nobody’s checkin’ for you, so you had to start somethin’. You say my name just to make yours relevant, That’s a whole lotta noise for somebody so irrelevant. [CHORUS — Catchy, melodic, layered harmonies] Put it on the rocks, rocks, rocks, Let it chill, let it drop, drop, drop. You can talk all night, but the world don’t stop, Ain’t nobody pressed, ain’t nobody watchin’. Put it on the rocks, rocks, rocks, All that mouth, but you ain’t that hot. You want my spot, but you can’t take my spot, Baby, I’m the whole bar, you just another shot. [VERSE 2 — Heavier punches, playful arrogance] You ain’t competition, you’re a conversation starter, And even that gets shorter every time you talk harder. You got a million opinions, not a single invitation, How you call yourself the moment with no one in attendance? You can buy a new dress, buy a whole new face, Still can’t buy the kind of presence money can’t replace. You mistake being loud for being important, If attention was a paycheck, you’d still be unemployed. You been studyin’ my moves, tryna figure out the formula, I ain’t even dropped a class, and I’m still outscorin’ ya. You call it competition, I call it admiration, You’re the only one competing in your own imagination. [PRE-CHORUS — Smooth, teasing] Oh, you mad again? Baby, tell me somethin’ new. Every room you walk into, You make it about you. But when the music stops, And the lights go down, Tell me who gon’ know your name When I’m not around? [CHORUS — Bigger vocals, bass hits] Put it on the rocks, rocks, rocks, Let it chill, let it drop, drop, drop. You can talk all night, but the world don’t stop, Ain’t nobody pressed, ain’t nobody watchin’. Put it on the rocks, rocks, rocks, All that mouth, but you ain’t that hot. You want my spot, but you can’t take my spot, Baby, I’m the whole bar, you just another shot. [BRIDGE — Stripped-down, soulful, intimate vocals] You wanted my attention, Now you got a little piece. But don’t confuse this song With you matterin’ to me. I could say a whole lot more, But what’s the point in that? You keep reachin’ for a crown That ain’t ever been in your hands. [FINAL VERSE — Spoken-sung, cutting delivery] I ain’t gotta raise my voice to make the whole room listen, You been screamin’ for a spotlight, still nobody missin’ you. That’s the difference, baby, you demand what I attract, And the second I stop talkin’, you go right back to the back. You can keep the little drama, keep the little applause, If you gotta beg for eyes, you ain’t the one they came for. And since you love a comparison, let me make it crystal clear: You only made the record ‘cause you couldn’t make the room care. [OUTRO — Soft laugh, whispered harmonies] Put it on the rocks… Let it chill, baby. All that noise… And still no audience. Mm. Next.