Lyrics
[Verse 1 – fast, rhythmic R&B delivery]
You talk like you’ve been rehearsin’ (yeah)
Every line, every word, every version (uh)
Got receipts, got proof, got burden,
But baby I don’t buy what you’re servin’.
All that noise in the background hum,
Trumpets playin’ but I’m already numb.
You want the stage, but I own the drum,
You can’t out-beat where I’m from.
(snare roll — mini build into pre-chorus)
[Pre-Chorus – melodic, layered harmonies]
You keep talkin’ circles round my name,
Violin strings sound like your pain.
I’m tuned out, I’m not the same,
Keep your echo out my brain.
[Chorus – explosive, full band moment]
Tell it, tell it — don’t tell it to me!
(oh!) not listenin’, I don’t wanna see.
Breakin’ down walls, tryna get to me,
Oh baby, I don’t see!
So don’t, don’t tell it to me!
(Trumpets blare, violins racing over a distorted guitar riff — think “rock orchestra chaos chic.”)
[Verse 2 – sass & wordplay, rhythmic like RAYE]
Your story got holes like lace,
I stitch mine up in grace.
Talk slick, but your tone misplaced,
Keep that drama out my space.
Your rhythm off, your beat don’t land,
Trumpets mute when I raise my hand.
I’m the verse you don’t understand,
You’re the rumor, I’m the brand.