[Verse 1 - Smug, Spoken-Singing over a Sparse Trap Beat] You’re pacing up and down the white-room floor Looking for a key that doesn't fit the door Telling all your friends how much I left you cold Playing out a script that’s already been sold It’s tragic how you studied every single line Thinking for a second that you crossed my mind. [Pre-Chorus] (Fingers snapping, bass creeping in louder) You hate that I made you love me Swear to God, it’s so funny Standing in the mirror, practicing my face Knowing damn well you can't replace this taste. [Chorus] (Bouncy, infectious R&B trap beat drops) Yeah, you’re just a first draft on my desk Crossed you out, baby, you're a mess Walking down the runway, looking straight ahead I’m the best mistake you ever had instead First draft, tear it up, let it fall You don't get a sequel at all. [Verse 2] (A bit faster, more effortless) Don't call my phone with that dramatic tone I built this empire out of chrome and bone You thought you were the focus of the whole design? Please. You were just a bookmark for a fraction of time. [Chorus] Yeah, you’re just a first draft on my desk Crossed you out, baby, you're a mess Walking down the runway, looking straight ahead I’m the best mistake you ever had instead First draft, tear it up, let it fall You don't get a sequel at all. [Beat Switch / Bridge] (The beat abruptly drops out, replaced by a smooth, dreamy, pitched-down R&B chord progression—classic "Knew Better" transition) (Soft, airy, mocking falsetto) See, you thought we had forever... But boy, you didn't even know me better. No, you didn't even know me... (A beat builds back up, slicker and faster) Yeah, look at you now. [Outro] (Crisp trap beat riding out with spoken ad-libs) Just a first draft. Tear it up. (Fade out on a sharp snap.)
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