[Verse 1] You left your ego on my marble floor, Cried 'bout your mama, then asked for more. I poured my wine, you spilled your guilt — Sorry, love, this queen don’t tilt. [Pre-Chorus] I paid for the meal, you brought the mess, You're grown in years, but boy — regress. Therapy's great, but I'm not your pen — Newsflash: I don’t babysit grown men. [Chorus] No nap times, no gold stars, I’m not impressed by your beat-up car. No bedtime hugs for man-sized boys — I'm booked and busy, not your noise. Wipe your tears on your own sleeve, Ken — I don’t babysit grown men. [Verse 2] He asked for patience — I gave him bills, He wanted space — I gave him chills. He played games, I played Chanel — He fell in love, I wished him well. [Pre-Chorus] If you're lost, I’m not your map, I’m not your momma, I don’t do nap traps. I'm a luxury, not a life lesson — And honey, I don’t babysit grown men. [Chorus] No lullabies, no therapy couch, Don’t need a man-child on my suede lounge. I got my own estate and zen — I don’t babysit grown men. [Bridge – sassy whisper then explosion] If you need a pacifier… Go call your ex. [Final Chorus – Glittery disco remix] Not your nurse, not your guide, Not your rehab for misplaced pride. Don’t call me “baby” when you whine — I date kings, not toddlers in decline. I’m the prize, the flame, the ten — And I don’t babysit grown men. [Outro – Slow & Sultry Spoken Word] He texted: “I’m trying.” I replied: “Try therapy.”
