[Intro] Brick rain falls on a Friday night Corner shop glow under buzzing light Mama voice in my ear say "Tek time, girl" But I dove headfirst in your half wrote world [Verse 1] Met you in town by the taxi rank late Cheap cologne on, thinking you run this estate You said "you look trouble", I laughed, "maybe, ya" You loved my slang more than who I are Talking about yard when you never left Brum Asking "mi cook?" like I am your mum Chasing my rhythm, not the person inside You wanted the carnival, not the quiet bus ride [Verse 2] Blue ticks sit there like unpaid bills You reply memes but you dodge real feels "Work’s mad, babe", "phone died", same old spin Funny how it lights when your mandem ring in You say "you are different", then act the same Mi nah play extra in your hero game You love my bassline, not my bad days Try turn my whole life into your little phase [Hook] Not your gyal, not your gyal Mi good pon my own, mi stand tall Not your gyal, not your fix Mi nah play part in your remix Not your gyal, not your gyal (gang shouts: Not your gyal, not your gyal) [Verse 3] Dropped your hoodie at the charity door Swept your toothbrush off my bathroom floor Changed your name to "Leave It" in my phone Mi bless, mi patterned, I am good alone Brum city lights on the top deck bus Gold hoops swinging while I rise above Two flags tucked in the back of my jean Both sides of me louder than you have ever been [Hook] Not your gyal, not your gyal Mi good pon my own, mi stand tall Not your gyal, not your fix Mi nah play part in your remix Not your gyal, not your gyal (gang shouts: Not your gyal, not your gyal) [Breakdown] (spoken, dry) He loves when you say "mi" but not when you say "no". He rates the culture, but not the boundaries. He wants yard vibes, zero yard work. He wants the spice, not the washing up. Listen, sis. You are the whole tune, not background noise. [Hook] Not your gyal, not your gyal Mi good pon my own, mi stand tall Not your gyal, not your fix Mi nah play part in your remix Not your gyal, not your gyal (gang shouts: Not your gyal, not your gyal) [Outro] Walk past his block with your headphones high Midlands rain, little steam in the sky If his name pops up, let it ghost and fade New day, new track, new self made
