Wαrning Lαbel

[Intro] [Verse 1 - rapping beat, calm menace] I walk in and it’s immediate. Air changes. People remember posture. Gloss mouth. Cold stare. Androgyny on purpose. I don’t “fit” anything. I decide. You want me sweet. You want me grateful. You want me easy to blame. Nah. I learned silence as a weapon. Now I wear it like perfume. [Chorus 1 - chant + drop, ballroom/K-pop] I’m the warning label. Read it. Don’t skim it. Fuck around and find out. Not a vibe. A policy. Touch my crown, try my name, watch the room turn on you. I’m the warning label. Bright. Obvious. And you still act surprised when it burns. [Verse 2 - bitchy, controlled, swagger] You love the look. You hate the spine underneath it. Call me pretty like it’s a cage. Call me “confusing” like that’s my problem. Say “be normal” with that little laugh. I don’t do normal. I do control with a clean manicure. Clock my walk. Clock the way I don’t flinch. Clock the way I don’t explain myself anymore. [Pre-Chorus - tighten, whispered threat] Say it with your chest then. Go on. But don’t switch your tone when the mirror answers back. Don’t start praying when I stop smiling. (whisper) Should've seen the signs. [Chorus 2 - bigger stacks, ballroom energy] I’m the warning label. Hands. Face. Body. Look at me. Fuck around and find out. One wrong move, you’re out. No scene. No closure. No “we should talk.” You don’t get second chances. You get denied, love. [Runway Line - petty glamour] Not you thinking you’re the exception. [Diva Solo - fluid, varied -> precision belts] No, don’t look shocked. You saw the sign and still leaned in. Like I’m a soft little lesson you can learn and forget again. I used to hold my tongue like it was holy. I used to make myself smaller so you could feel big. Not anymore. I am not your “maybe.” I am not your “we’ll see.” I am not your late-night weakness you blame on the beat. You want pretty? I can be pretty. Like a blade you can’t grab. Like a smile that doesn’t bend. Like the last word when the room goes quiet and your courage ends. So read me. Read me slow. Fuck around and find out. And if you hate me for it? Good. (quiet) You still don’t get second chances. [Final Chorus - biggest, chant + switch-up] I’m the warning label. Say it like you learned something. Fuck around and find out. Say it like you survived it. Try my patience. Try my softness. Try my name like it’s yours to take. Then learn. I’m the warning label. Shh. No hate. Just… nah. [Outro - short, expensive, final]