**[Intro – deadpan, mic too close]** I don’t know why you think I’m thinking about you. Bas khalas— listen. --- **[Verse 1 – tight groove, English forward]** I’m not angry, I’m calibrated, You’re confusing silence with intimidation. You swear I’m scheming, losing sleep, I’m eating shawarma, counting beats. You build lore from nothing I say, I build distance and call it a day. You think I’m lurking, watching feeds— bro, I don’t even see you in my periphery. Ana mish fadi la hal energy, That’s not shade, that’s geometry. You live rent-free in your own head, I moved out—left the keys in it. --- **[Pre-Chorus – Lebanese, hypnotic]** Ma fi ghill. Ma fi 7arb. Bas ana faw2 hal mawdoo3. --- **[Chorus – catchy, chantable]** Out of range. برا الدايرة. You talk, I don’t engage. You think I’m plotting— I’m just getting paid. Out of range. برا الدايرة. I live my life, you speculate. Say “ya3ni” one more time— watch me levitate. --- ## **🔥 SAX LEAD BREAK – “WHAT THE FUCK?” MOMENT 🔥** **[Band drops → SAX COMES IN SOLO]** *(sax starts clean… jazzy… then gets disrespectful)* **[Spoken over sax, Rudy Ayoub timing]** Ya zalameh… مين جاب الساكس؟ (miin jeb el sax?) *(sax bends, goes feral)* **[Crowd call – vocalist]** YA3NI?! **[Crowd response]** YA3NI!!! *(sax answers the chant like it’s roasting everyone)* **[Spoken, laughing]** Wallah mish mazbout… Bas kteer 7elo. *(sax peaks, band SLAMS back in)* --- **[Verse 2 – heavier, swagger]** You still think this is about you? That’s adorable, honestly. I don’t do subs, I don’t do threads, I do momentum and autonomy. You want beef, I want silence. You want clout, I want balance. You want drama for content— I want nights like this, unplanned. Ana mish dodak. Ana mish ma3ak. Ana mish hon aslan. You’re arguing with shadows while I’m already gone. --- **[Pre-Chorus 2 – English, cold]** If I said what I really think, yeah, it’d get me canceled. So I let the sax say it and pretend it was accidental. --- **[Final Chorus – bigger, weirder]** Out of range. برا الدايرة. This got strange—and that’s the point. You want relevance, want reactions— I want moments you can’t avoid. Out of range. برا الدايرة. Say it loud, say it proud. I don’t think about you— you just thought I did. Wow. --- **[Outro – spoken, satisfied]** Yeah. That part was for us. If you got it—you got it. If not… ya3ni. *(sax squeaks one last note, lights out)*

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