Read Receipts and Red Flags

[Verse 1] You were brave on the screen All caps, all heat, all mean Typing tough from your little blue glow But you hush when we meet at the show Screenshots, scroll up, see it plain You threw hearts, then you threw my name Hit “send” like it don’t cut deep Then you ghost, go to bed, good sleep (yeah) [Pre-Chorus] We were sharing dumb memes on a Monday Now you subtweet my life on a Sunday Little rumors in a bubble on my phone But I’m better with a mic than a keyboard, so [Chorus] Now the group chat’s burning like a tire fire Read receipts, red flags, and a slow-burn choir You talk big in the box, go quiet in the bar I turn your little text storm into a country rock scar Say my name, say my name in that pixel fight I’ll say yours onstage under real damn lights If you’re tough in the thread, be tough in the truck ’Cause the group chat’s drama, but I’m fresh out of— [Verse 2] Yeah, I seen that “accidental” tag Add my ex, then you sat back Watched us spin like a laundromat You a coward with a profile pic mask Dirty talk with a clean little filter Stir the pot, then you play baby sister You delete, but the hurt don’t fade Got receipts, got tea, got grace, got rage (let’s go) [Pre-Chorus] You can keep your half-truths in the archive I got steel in my throat when the band drives Tap-tap, you attack, then you hide your hands But I clap back loud with a live-room band [Chorus] Now the group chat’s burning like a tire fire Read receipts, red flags, and a slow-burn choir You talk big in the box, go quiet in the bar I turn your little text storm into a country rock scar Say my name, say my name in that pixel fight I’ll say yours onstage under real damn lights If you’re tough in the thread, be tough in the truck ’Cause the group chat’s drama, but I’m fresh out of— [Bridge – Rap] Look You got fingers for the fury, but your feet won’t move You a screenshot soldier in a fake war room Hit “reply all” like a stamp on my soul But I rise, baptize every line in gold Yeah, you spin that story like a county fair ride But the truth make a noise you can’t mute worldwide Got a wild-heart choir and a backline crew When the kick drum hits, that’s me, that’s proof (uh) So talk your talk in that neon thread I got dirt on my boots and a crown on my head (yeah) [Chorus] Now the group chat’s burning like a tire fire Read receipts, red flags, and a slow-burn choir You talk big in the box, go quiet in the bar I turn your little text storm into a country rock scar Say my name, say my name in that pixel fight I’ll say yours onstage under real damn lights If you’re tough in the thread, be tough in the truck ’Cause the group chat’s drama, but I’m fresh out of luck (hey) [Outro] Mute that noise, let the chords ring out Real friends call, they don’t cuss you out I got love in my lungs, got truth on my tongue Let the group chat burn, I’m already gone