Crumbled Calls

[Verse 1]
Your world shakes, and suddenly I’m the hotline
Tapping my phone when your skies ain't got sunshine
You hit me up, but it’s never for the real me
Just a mirror when your ego needs healing
I’m the voicemail queen, holding the crown
Your emergencies only, then you shut me down
A drive-thru friend, you only pull up for orders
But I’m closing shop, no more crossing these borders
[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't your fallback, your midnight repair
Your safety net when you’re gasping for air
[Chorus]
I just want friendship, nothing more
Not a crutch when your love life's a war
Stop dialing me when your heart’s on the floor
Friendship, that’s it—don’t ask for more
[Verse 2]
I see the pattern, I’m your plan B’s ghost
Your confessional priest, when you’re lost on the coast
You ghost me clean when your heart gets a rebound
Then hit my line when it’s sinking, not sound
It’s a cycle, a rerun, I’ve seen it before
Every crumble, you knocking on my door
But I ain’t your shelter, I ain’t your last stand
I’m a friend, not a tool in your demand
[Bridge]
Friendship’s a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
Not a map you fold up and toss in the back
When you find your way, you leave me unseen
But when you’re lost, I’m the fix-it machine
[Chorus]
I just want friendship, nothing more
Not a crutch when your love life's a war
Stop dialing me when your heart’s on the floor
Friendship, that’s it—don’t ask for more

hip hop, driven by a stripped-down beat with heavy 808s and sparse piano chords to underline the vulnerability in the lyrics, world, raw, female vocals, rap, emotional