Hah... Sub really thought he could retire me. Pssht. Real smart. Miss me with that. Aight. Let's remind everybody who Laney is. They held a little meeting, didn't send me the invite, Tried to close the whole business while I was out enjoying life. Anyway, the rent got paid and the good shoes came out, Got a train to catch uptown and a whole night mapped out. I've got a session in the morning, got a cousin on the phone, Got my favorite people laughing at a table of our own. Everybody wants a piece, everybody's got a crisis; I'm not running customer service for a mess I didn't make. Funny how a simple "no" can make a grown-up act brand-new, Like I owe an explanation and a calendar invite too. I used to write a paragraph, now I barely send a line; If you need a full report, there's a charge for overtime. I got love for who I love, and a whole lot left to do. But I don't owe the whole damn city an appointment with my mood. No walk-ins, not tonight. Got my own damn plans and they're fitting me right. If you came for a fight, take a number, take a seat; I got somewhere to be and a bassline to meet. No walk-ins, check the sign. I can love you from a distance and still have a good time. You can say what you want, let it circle through the block I'm not hard to find, baby, I just don't live on call. Somebody said I changed like they'd caught me in a scandal. Yeah, that's usually what happens when a woman gets a handle On the things she used to carry for the sake of keeping peace Now I'm eating with my friends while the group chat holds its grief. I got a dress I haven't worn and a record I keep spinning, Got a notebook full of work and a Friday worth protecting. Don't confuse a full life with an invitation to compete; I can cheer when you succeed without abandoning my seat. I don't need the trending sound or your opinion dressed as facts, I just need the beat to trip and then come crawling right back. You can write me as the villain; make it vivid, make it cute. I'm too busy being present to go fact-checking your review. (Wait, Laney, can I ask you something?) Is it gonna ruin my evening? (Well, it's complicated—) Then absolutely the fuck not. ¿Tú crees que yo pido permiso? Qué va, cariño, not for this. I got work with my name on it, got joy I won't dismiss. No me busques pa' cargar con tu drama otra vez; If it's yours, then it's yours, I got nothing left to fetch. Still got mornings when I'm tired, still got bills and busted plans, Still turn up with something brilliant and a coffee in my hand. I got feelings, I got limits, neither one's a public feed; You can know me without owning every minute that I breathe. So turn that crooked little keyboard up, let the low end misbehave; I'm not back to make a statement, I'm just here to make a wave. If you love me, come enjoy it; if you don't, enjoy the view Either way, I'm getting mine. I suggest you get yours too. No walk-ins, not tonight. Got my own damn plans and they're fitting me right. If you came for a fight, take a number, take a seat; I got somewhere to be and a bassline to meet. No walk-ins, check the sign. I can love you from a distance and still have a good time. You can say what you want, let it circle through the block I'm not hard to find, baby, I just don't live on call. Oh, and Sub? Appreciate the vacation. Don't do that shit again.
