Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – glitchy static, cold whisper] Pick you out? Nah… I’m here to call you out. [Verse 1 – sharp, mocking the idol persona] You walk in like a spotlight owes you rent, Talk sweet, act clean— but your confidence is pretend. All that “I’m your idol” chatter? Cute little trend. But legends don’t beg for fans— they make the world bend. You’re a poster boy dream with a paper-made crown, Smile so pretty but your ego’s fallin’ down. You flirt with the crowd like they’re toys you can claim, But behind all the glitter, you’re afraid of the fame. [Pre-Chorus – cold, surgical] You keep sayin’ “pick me,” but they see right through— Every chant, every pose, yeah, it’s all see-through. You’re a prince in the mirror but a ghost on the stage— Now I’m burnin’ your illusion down page by page. [Chorus – style hit] Call you out, call you out— I’m here to break your crown. Your sugar-coated confidence is crumble on the ground. Call you out, call you out— you ain’t the king you sound. All that “I’m your idol” talk? Yeah, I shut that down. I’m callin’ you out. Out. [Verse 2 – harsher, exposing the ego] You rehearse every wink like it’s part of the score, Tryna sell charm— but they’re not buying anymore. You say they “pick you,” but it’s more like a loan, Take away the spotlight and you stand there alone. Your whole act’s built off hoping they swoon, But charisma shouldn’t crack like a cheap cartoon. You’re a highlight reel kid— I’m the full-length show. You’re a “look at me!” echo— I’m the thunder below. [Pre-Chorus – building pressure] You keep sayin’ “pick me,” but you begging for proof— If you really had star power, you wouldn’t need the roof. You’re a prince in the mirror but a shadow in the light— I’m the truth you try to mimic but can’t get right. [Chorus – heavier second hit] Call you out, call you out— your fairytale’s undone. All that fan-service bravado doesn’t mean you’ve won. Call you out, call you out— you’re hiding from the sun. You say you’re their idol, boy— but I’m the chosen one. I’m callin’ you out. [Bridge – distorted, venomous drop] You wanted praise? I brought the mirror. You wanted love? But truth hits clearer. You wanted fans? But pride cuts deeper. Every “pick me” fall makes the climb steeper. [Final Chorus – full energy] Call you out, call you out— no fantasy allowed. Your glitter fades in seconds while my voice shakes the crowd. Call you out, call you out— you’re done pretending now. You said you’re the idol… I’m the one they’ll bow. Callin’ you out.
Tags
Hard trap-electro, K-Pop, trap/EDM-pop, metallic bass, distorted vocal stabs, aggressive cadence, Females vocals.
Duration
3:16
Instrumental
No
Created
11/25/2025