[Intro] She at it again… Tryna flip the script… But I’m not breaking… Let’s go— [Chorus] [Female – soft, seductive but evil, auto-tuned whisper-sing] How many lights do you see? (Where were you?) How many lights do you see? (Who's that?) How many lights do you see? (Stop lying?) [Male – even louder, defiant chant] Shes telling me stories … but I ain't buying... [Female – layered, teasing] How many lights do you see? (Where were you?) How many lights do you see? (Who's that?) How many lights do you see? (Stop lying?) [Male – even louder, defiant chant] Shes telling me stories … but I ain't buying! [Verse 1 – Fast male hyperpop rap flow, glitch cuts] She came home 6 a.m., phone still blowing up Said “it’s just my bestie, you’re reading too much” I saw the texts, saw the pics, saw the whole damn mess Next morning she like “you’re crazy, none of that exists” “It wasn’t like that, you’re imagining shit” “You always in my business, just get over it" She delete the evidence, then rewrite the night Tryna make me doubt my own two eyes But I remember everything, every lie, every cheat Every time she flipped it back on me [Pre-Chorus – Male, building tension] She whispering… [Female – softer, more manipulative, extra layers “rewrite, make it fiction……” [Male – massive rage explosion] But I’m standing on business, no submission [Chorus – Repeat with more intensity] [Female – softer, more manipulative, extra layers] How many lights do you see? (Where were you?) How many lights do you see? (Who's that?) How many lights do you see? (Stop lying?) [Male – massive rage explosion] Shes telling me stories … but I ain't buying... [Female – teasing, almost mocking] YOU CAN TRUST WHAT YOU SEE YOU CAN TRUST WHAT YOU SEE YOU CAN TRUST WHAT YOU SEE [Male – massive rage explosion] Fuck your fantasy, I know what’s real! [Female – teasing, almost mocking] How many lights do you see? (Where were you?) How many lights do you see? (Who's that?) How many lights do you see? (Stop lying?) [Male – screaming chant] Shes telling me stories … but I ain't buying... [Verse 2 – Faster male rage flow, more venomous] Every argument she hit me with the same routine “It never happened, why you making a scene?” Caught her red-handed, she still tried to gaslight the king Turn the victim to the villain with just one swing She love the control, love watching me spiral But I’m done letting her live inside my head like a viral No more “maybe I’m wrong,” no more second-guessing I’m screaming the truth while she keeps on pressing [Bridge – Female gaslighting whispers building over eerie synths] [Female – layered, whispering, evil] How many lights do you see? ( You were unfaithful ) It wasn’t like that… (Don't lie to me) You’re crazy… (your cheating) [Female – layered, whispering, evil] Don't you trust me?…… [pause](....) [Male – hard cut, full scream] NO! [Final Chorus – Maximum chaos] [Female – now frantic, pitch-shifted higher, desperate gaslighting] How many lights do you see? (Where were you?) How many lights do you see? (Who's that?) How many lights do you see? (Stop lying?)) [Male – loudest, most distorted rage, crowd-chant energy] Shes telling me stories … but I ain't buying... I SEE WHAT I SEE! (YOU SEE!) I SEE WHAT I SEE! (YOU SEE!) I SEE WHAT I SEE! (YOU SEE!) Fuck your fantasy, I know what’s real! [Female – fading, still trying] How many lights do you see? How many lights do you see? How many lights do you see? [Male – loudest, most distorted rage, crowd-chant energy] (THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS!) [Outro – Glitchy echo, voice note static fading]
