Was it an ego boost to have me in your bed? In your bed, in your bed— Was it power knowin’ you was in my head? In my head, in my head— Was it sweet to know I couldn’t forget? That I replayed it all like a loop, like a threat? Is it an ego boost to know I wish you were gone, Buried in silence, written outta every song? Bet it is. Another game you play— Another dumb move by a trick of a man. You’re a trick—just a trick, The sloppy kind that makes me sick. Every word you said? A rehearsed scam. You painted yourself as the miracle man. Silly me—I believed it all, Ignored the red flags posted on the wall. Thought I saw depth in a hollow shell, But your kind don’t change, they just lie well. ⸻ [Verse 2] I gave you the benefit—you ran with it. Sold me a future, then vanished from it. Didn’t take long, your cover got blown, But I blamed myself when I should’ve known. You told me I had you all wrong— Funny how right I turned out to be all along. You kept receipts of my trust, Then lit ’em up when it suited your lust. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I was too good, too loyal, too true, And you were just a coward in shoes. But I got clarity, I got proof, I see the trick—I see the truth. ⸻ [Chorus – Repeat, with more venom] You’re a trick—just a trick, A low-budget prince, a busted slick. Fed me lies with a diamond smile, But couldn’t hold it real, not even a while. You ain’t deep, you ain’t rare, Just another story I wish wasn’t there. A name I spit when I need a laugh— You’re the punchline in my aftermath. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken / Half-Sung, Building Tension] You thought I was stuck? You was stuck—not I. Still camped out in the back of my mind. I moved on clean—cut the ties, You still talk to my ghost every night. I was the peace you couldn’t fake, The real thing you chose to break. I was love—you were scared. Now I’m ice, and you’re unprepared. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Cold & Controlled] You’re a trick—just a trick, The kind you warn your girls about quick. Had your moment, burned your shot, Now I’m the one you forgot you lost. Go ahead—replay it in your head, The bed, the lies, the things you said. But this time, you can sit with the shame— I’m done playin’ with tricks that ain’t got game. ⸻ [Outro – Whispered with tape hiss + soft rewind FX] No more rewind. This tape’s worn out. You never were the man— Just a trick with clout.
