

Prompt / Lyrics
[Pre intro] **[Intro – half-spoken, smirk in voice]** I don’t care what you say. You played your hand. I didn’t even check my phone. --- **[Verse 1]** Yeah, you talk reckless like I’m tuned in, I’m offline living better—no attendance. You threw shots into the void, I couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge it. Meet me in the middle, bitch— we’ll see who folds first. You bluff loud, I move quiet, yeah I know how your mind works. You’re just like me, hunting meaning, looking for a reason to exist. Difference is I don’t need an audience to convince myself I’m it. Better tread lightly, I see through the curtains. All that confidence collapses the second pressure hits surface. --- **[Pre-Chorus]** Oh my God— fool me once, you know the rule. You don’t get another try just ‘cause you’re spiraling. --- **[Chorus]** Keep starting shit for clicks— that’s all you got. I’m two steps ahead, you’re shadowboxing thoughts. Late-night phone call ringing— whoops, missed it on purpose. Yeah, that was intentional, love the sound of your distortion. --- **[Verse 2]** You pull up with a pack, talking like that means something. Without the status, you ain’t shit— just loud and underfunded. You confuse attention with power, confuse noise with control. I don’t swing unless it’s necessary— I let the silence do the blow. I can’t wait to watch you panic, feel the pressure eat your breath. Every step I take forward feels like I’m living in your head. You’re staring at that missed call like it’s life or death— I didn’t forget. I chose neglect. --- **[Pre-Chorus 2]** You wanted conflict, you wanted a scene. All you got was proof I don’t need you to be me. --- **[Chorus]** Keep starting shit for clicks— it’s sad to watch. I don’t need a crowd to know I’m on top. Late-night phone call ringing— whoops, missed it on purpose. Yeah, that was intentional, enjoy yelling at the void, bitch. --- **[Bridge – spoken, colder]** This isn’t war. That would imply effort. This is me moving on while you stay stuck refreshing. --- **[Final Chorus – stripped, chant-ready]** Missed it. On purpose. Say it louder— I’m not nervous. You talk shit, I don’t listen. Different levels. Different systems. --- **[Outro]** Try again tomorrow. I still won’t care. [Pre-Intro]
Tags
Progressive rock, math rock, IDM, instrumental fusion, modern trap, technical guitar work, atmospheric, Female
3:21
No
12/13/2025