[Intro] [Soft, melodic acoustic guitar loop, no drums yet] [Sweet, almost angelic vocal tone, dripping with sarcasm] You said my catalog was looking dry? I figured I’d bless you with some more material. Consider this a donation. Back to back, b-tch. [Verse 1] [Beat drops: Massive, distorted 808s clash with the acoustic guitar] Thought I was done? Nah, I just reloaded the clip You over there biting your lip, watching your narrative flip Heard you was quiet today, heard you was sick to your stomach Look at the mountain you built, watch how I made it all plummet You checking my story from a burner account Trying to calculate the damage, tryna measure the amount I seen the screenshots, girl, you going out sad Texting him paragraphs, begging, looking completely mad "Why she doing this to me? Tell her to leave me alone!" B-tch, you started this fire, now you burning at home. [Pre-Chorus] [Vocals smooth and layered] You wanted the smoke, but you choking right now You wanted the crown, but you taking a bow You bragged 'bout the night, but you lost in the day He blocked your number, what else can I say? [Chorus] [Aggressive, rhythmic delivery] Back to back, I didn’t even give you a breath I'm walking you right to your lyrical death You said I had no hits? Well, I’m two for two And both of these tracks are devoted to you. Back to back, I'm stepping right on your neck You checking your phone, ain't getting a text You thought you was toxic, you thought you was raw But I just exposed every single f-cking flaw. [Verse 2] [Sultry, conversational flow] I didn't even need a pen for this, I freestyled the pain You standing outside in the pouring rain You the "nasty demon," right? Why you crying so hard? You played all your chips and you pulled the wrong card. Let's talk about the delusion, let's talk about the pride You let a man use you up, then you push it inside And mask it with R&B beats, call it "TrapSoul" But everybody knows that you empty and cold. You an industry punchline, a late-night mistake I’m dropping these hits for the culture's sake. [Pre-Chorus] [Vocals smooth and layered] You wanted the smoke, but you choking right now You wanted the crown, but you taking a bow You bragged 'bout the night, but you lost in the day He blocked your number, what else can I say? [Chorus] [Aggressive, rhythmic delivery] Back to back, I didn’t even give you a breath I'm walking you right to your lyrical death You said I had no hits? Well, I’m two for two And both of these tracks are devoted to you. Back to back, I'm stepping right on your neck You checking your phone, ain't getting a text You thought you was toxic, you thought you was raw But I just exposed every single f-cking flaw. [Bridge] [Acapella, just Artasia's voice echoing with heavy reverb] I told you quality beats quantity. You got fifty songs about being a h-e. I got two songs about ending your whole f-cking life. I’d say it’s a fair trade. [Chorus] [Beat explodes back in, full volume] Back to back, I didn’t even give you a breath I'm walking you right to your lyrical death You said I had no hits? Well, I’m two for two And both of these tracks are devoted to you. Back to back, I'm stepping right on your neck You checking your phone, ain't getting a text You thought you was toxic, you thought you was raw But I just exposed every single f-cking flaw. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar fades back in, 808s drop out] Yeah. Don't respond to this one. It’s already embarrassing enough. Artasia.
