flip the script
don’t know who this bitch think she playin' wit Steady talkin’ like she really stayin’ hit I get to wanderin’, I’m prowlin’ on the edge One foot in the game, the other on the ledge You want the bull shit? I’ll bring the whole stampede Watch me flip the script, watch the narrative bleed I was the lead role, now I’m the director Cut you out the frame, no soul to protector. [Chorus] Them boys you fuckin’ wit? Man, they ain't shit Just some bottom-tier losers in a rental kit Off to the ex house, washin’ off the stain I’ll be back in sixty, let ‘em feel the rain Bitch, you got me fucked up, thinking I’m the fool While I’m breakin’ every heart and I’m breakin’ every rule Yeah, I’m back in an hour—clean, cold, and calculated. [Verse 2] Check the clock, yeah, the countdown’s on By the time the steam clears, your spot is gone You traded in a king for a couple of pawns Now you’re wakin’ up alone when the cold light dawns I’m in the shower let the ego go down the drain While you’re out there chasin’ clout in the pourin’ rain You’re a ghost in my city, a glitch in my system I don't miss the memories, I don't even risk 'em. [Bridge] (Slow, heavy bass thumps) One hour. Sixty minutes to forget your name. Sixty minutes to exit the game. The script is flipped. The lead is dead. [Outro] (Sound of a car peeling let out) I told you. Don't get it fucked up. I’m back. But I ain’t yours. (Silence) The "Better" Factor:
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don’t know who this bitch think she playin' wit Steady talkin’ like she really stayin’ hit I get to wanderin’, I’m prowlin’ on the edge One foot in the game, the other on the ledge You want the bull shit? I’ll bring the whole stampede Watch me flip the script, watch the narrative bleed I was the lead role, now I’m the director Cut you out the frame, no soul to protector. [Chorus] Them boys you fuckin’ wit? Man, they ain't shit Just some bottom-tier losers in a rental kit Off to the ex house, washin’ off the stain I’ll be back in sixty, let ‘em feel the rain Bitch, you got me fucked up, thinking I’m the fool While I’m breakin’ every heart and I’m breakin’ every rule Yeah, I’m back in an hour—clean, cold, and calculated. [Verse 2] Check the clock, yeah, the countdown’s on By the time the steam clears, your spot is gone You traded in a king for a couple of pawns Now you’re wakin’ up alone when the cold light dawns I’m in the shower let the ego go down the drain While you’re out there chasin’ clout in the pourin’ rain You’re a ghost in my city, a glitch in my system I don't miss the memories, I don't even risk 'em. [Bridge] (Slow, heavy bass thumps) One hour. Sixty minutes to forget your name. Sixty minutes to exit the game. The script is flipped. The lead is dead. [Outro] (Sound of a car peeling let out) I told you. Don't get it fucked up. I’m back. But I ain’t yours. (Silence) The "Better" Factor: