Oops I Wrote A Banger (No it’s mid)

Oops… my bad…

Text you at midnight, said I’m over it

Then I hit record, now I’m owning it

Thought I’d vent, but the hook’s too clean

Guess heartbreak pays when the vibe’s this mean

Ping-ping notifications blow

You’re streaming my pain—didn’t mean to gloat

Oops I wrote a banger, sorry not sorry

Turned your goodbye into my Grammy

Oops I wrote a banger, now it’s on repeat

Your loss is my chorus—skip, skip, beat!

Your new girl’s humming it in the shower

I’m cashing streams by the hour

Thought I’d cry, but the royalties stack

Therapy’s free when the track slaps back

Plot twist: I’m fine

Plot twist: you’re streaming my cry

Oops I wrote a banger, sorry not sorry

Turned your “it’s not you” into my party

Oops I wrote a banger, now it’s worldwide

Your ghosting’s my glow-up—bye-bye-bye!

Oops… cha-ching…

(My bad…)