[Intro: distorted notification tone, low bass pulse] Yeah. You knew me. Past tense. Don’t confuse access with ownership. [Verse 1: low controlled rap] You got comfortable, thought the door stayed cracked Thought one good year meant I owed you that Thought knowing my fears was a permanent pass Now you’re outside looking shocked through the glass You knew my old number, my favorite drink The nights I went quiet, the way that I think But history’s not a key that you keep in your coat And closeness expires when you damage the oath You don’t get my time ’cause you had it before You don’t get my heart ’cause you slept by the door You don’t get forgiveness on automatic renew Just because the old me kept making room for you I was generous, not yours Soft, not weak You mistook my patience For a lifetime lease Now every boundary sounds cruel in your mouth Because you only loved the version with no way out [Hook: hard rhythmic chant] Don’t confuse access Don’t confuse love Don’t confuse knowing me With knowing enough You knew me once That don’t mean you own the door You had a place here You don’t live here anymore Don’t confuse access With a permanent claim You can remember my face You don’t get to use my name [Verse 2: faster technical flow] You screenshot kindness, cropped out the context Made yourself victim when I started objecting Funny how boundaries become disrespect When the person benefiting loses the effect You call it distance, I call it repair You call me cold ’cause I stopped being there You liked me exhausted, available, small Easy to summon, too guilty to stall I was the midnight response, emergency line You vanished whenever the emergency was mine Then popped back up with a “Been thinking of you” Translation: “Nobody else is answering too” I know the pattern, I studied the thread The almost-apologies, crumbs that you fed The “I miss us” text with no change underneath Wanting my comfort without earning my peace That’s not nostalgia That’s appetite You don’t miss my soul You miss access at night [Hook] Don’t confuse access Don’t confuse love Don’t confuse knowing me With knowing enough You knew me once That don’t mean you own the door You had a place here You don’t live here anymore Don’t confuse access With a permanent claim You can remember my face You don’t get to use my name [Verse 3: beat strips down, intimate but sharp] And I’m not pretending That cutting you off didn’t hurt I still had to grieve Who I thought that you were I still reached for my phone When the room got too loud Still almost called you Then remembered how that turned out Because missing somebody Doesn’t make them safe And loving the memory Doesn’t cancel the weight That’s the part they don’t teach When they say, “Know your worth” Sometimes knowing your worth Means mourning first It means closing the door With your hand still shaking It means choosing yourself While your heart keeps debating It means no final speech No courtroom defence Just, “You crossed it too often Now you lost the entrance” [Beat Switch: heavier bass, aggressive flow] No badge No pass No backstage entry No “But we go way back” That sentence don’t tempt me No key under mats No code you remember I changed every lock When I changed in September You want the old Ranala? Go search in the past She learned what it costs When she gives without asking I don’t hate you That would still take attention I just removed you From active permissions Read-only memory Archived attachment You’re not in my future You’re filed under happened [Bridge: spoken over minimal beat] You can know my favorite song and still not know me now. You can remember how I loved you and still not deserve it again. Familiarity is not consent. History is not access. [Final Hook: layered gang vocals] Don’t confuse access Don’t confuse love Don’t confuse knowing me With knowing enough You knew me once That don’t mean you own the door You had a place here You don’t live here anymore Don’t confuse access With a permanent claim You can remember my face You don’t get to use my name No code No key No entry through the past Knowing who I used to be Doesn’t mean you know me last Don’t confuse access I’ll say it one time more: You had a place here. You don’t live here anymore. [Outro: lock clicks, notification deleted] Access denied. Not angry. Just updated.
