[Intro] (low piano, soft laugh) Interrogation… You thought this was a conversation? [Chorus] All these questions ’cause I wasn’t independent yet, Needed your answers just to feel like I had a net. Ten ways not to get played — learn ’em or regret, I used to ask soft… now I ask with self-respect. Interrogation mode, lights on, no escape, Every “baby why” turned into “state your case.” I used to need the answers just to sleep at night, Now I ask the questions and I cut the mic. [Verse 1] (The Old Questions) Where you at? Who you with? Why the silence on the phone? How come another name popped up and you swear you were alone? Do you even miss me when the city gets quiet? Why you only call when you’re faded and you like it? Is she prettier? Different? Does she laugh at your jokes? Why you leave me on read then post stories with smoke? Am I enough or just convenient tonight? Would you still pick up if I stopped being polite? All them questions came from a girl who needed the proof, Independent? Nah… I was chasing the truth. [Chorus] All these questions ’cause I wasn’t independent yet, Needed your answers just to feel like I had a net. Ten ways not to get played — learn ’em or regret, I used to ask soft… now I ask with self-respect. Interrogation mode, lights on, no escape, Every “baby why” turned into “state your case.” I used to need the answers just to sleep at night, Now I ask the questions and I cut the mic. [Verse 2] (Ten Ways Not to Get Played) One: never ask where he at if you already know. Two: if he hides the phone, that’s your cue to go. Three: don’t negotiate when the energy shifts. Four: silence is an answer — believe that shit. Five: if he only shows up when it’s easy or free, Six: that’s not love, that’s convenience, you see. Seven: stop explaining your worth to someone who’s blind. Eight: if he makes you ask twice, he’s wasting your time. Nine: your peace over potential, learn that fast. Ten: the second you feel played, make that feeling the last. [Bridge] (beat strips — 808 + distant city noise) I used to interrogate from a place of lack, Now I interrogate and I don’t take the answer back. Independence ain’t quiet… it’s the questions I don’t need, ’Cause the right ones already left and the wrong ones never succeed. [Chorus] All these questions ’cause I wasn’t independent yet, Needed your answers just to feel like I had a net. Ten ways not to get played — learn ’em or regret, I used to ask soft… now I ask with self-respect. Interrogation mode, lights on, no escape, Every “baby why” turned into “state your case.” I used to need the answers just to sleep at night, Now I ask the questions and I cut the mic. [Outro] (fade) Interrogation over. Next.
