[Intro – flirty, annoyed, adorable] Okay… listen closely. ’Cause I’m only saying this once. (…Maybe twice if you’re cute.) [Verse 1 – talk-singing, sharp, playful] You show up claiming you’ve “changed your ways,” But you still order chaos like it’s on your café menu. You say you’re serious “this time, babe”— But your track record is giving… mmm, sequel energy. You bring me flowers from the gas station, Talk like I’m your weekly revelation. Then disappear like it’s a personality trait— Congratulations… you’re late. [Pre-Chorus – rising sass] And I’m not tryna read your mind, But baby, the bar is low— Like “don’t start drama at a family gathering” low, Like “be normal for five minutes” low. [Chorus – catchy, sparkly, iconic] So don’t make me explain this again— Boy, you do too much and somehow not enough. I need consistency, not compliments You rehearse in the Uber on the way up. Don’t make me explain this again— If you want my heart, then act like someone sane. ’Cause I’m not fixing you for entertainment… Baby please, please, please— Don’t make me explain this again. [Post-Chorus – meme-able line] (Write it down, babe… laminated if you must.) [Verse 2 – cheekiness] Your excuses smell like “two-day shipping,” Fast, rushed, and honestly… kind of cheap. You say I make your pulse go skipping— Cute, but not a reason you get to sweep Your mess under my doormat. (Newsflash: I don’t door that.) You call me your muse when you’re bored at night, Then act confused when I want real effort. Baby, I need someone who gets me right, Not someone who’s just… tall and extroverted. [Pre-Chorus – more bite] And honestly? I’m tired of babysitting your potential— It’s giving “unfinished project” vibes, And I’m expensive to assemble. [Chorus – bigger, more attitude] So don’t make me explain this again— Boy, you do too much and somehow not enough. I need consistency, not compliments You rehearse in the Uber on the way up. Don’t make me explain this again— If you want my heart, then act like someone sane. ’Cause I’m not fixing you for entertainment… Baby please, please, please— Don’t make me explain this again. [Bridge – soft, sweet, then sharp] I want someone who shows up Before the apology text. Someone who knows love Isn’t just “what comes next.” Someone who listens …you know, unlike you. (Oh don’t pout—hit rewind, it’s true.) [Final Chorus – glittery, iconic] So don’t make me explain this again— If you want my time, treat it like it costs. I’m not impressed by “maybe,” “kind of,” “when”— Your almost effort’s still… a loss. Don’t make me explain this again— Baby, it’s cute you think you can pretend. So please, please, please—just try this time… Or I promise you, babe, This is the end.

Don’t Make Me Explain This Again