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I See Potential (So Does a Potato)

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[Verse 1] He’s got dreams, goals, and a five-year plan... Right now, though, he’s just a couch-bound man. He tells me I’m his queen, his spark, his muse — But baby, that don’t pay for these Louboutin shoes. He texts me poems at 2 am, Wants to “build an empire” — with my rent again? Says he’s "grinding" — but all I see Is him scrolling memes and sipping my tea. [Chorus] I see potential — so does a potato, But at least a spud can bring something to the table. Mashed, fried, baked — it earns its keep, You? Just promises and beauty sleep. You talk big, but you move slow, I need a man, not a motivational show. So while you dream, I’ll dine in style — With someone who’s already walked the mile. [Verse 2] He said, “One day, I’ll give you the world.” I said, “Start with dinner, then we’ll twirl.” I'm not your mother, not your loan, I’m the queen — not your stepping stone. He said, “You're so high maintenance, babe.” I said, “Damn right. That's how diamonds behave.” Don’t flatter me with “someday soon” — I need action now, not a paper moon. [Chorus] I see potential — but I’m not blind, Your hype's expired, you’re way behind. A potato brings more than empty chat — Even lazy tubers know where it’s at. Boil it, roast it, make it a meal — At least that root knows how to deal. So unless you’re coming with sauce and spice, Stay off my plate — I like my standards nice. [Bridge – Spoken / jazzy pause] Look... I've heard every pitch, every plan, every “next year.” But you know what I’ve never heard a potato say? “I’m still figuring things out.” And that’s why it wins. With butter, herbs, or a crisp little skin — It's reliable. You’re not. [Final Chorus – Big sassy finish] I see potential — in the grocery aisle, At least those carbs make life worthwhile. You? You just sit and talk and wait — While I date men who show up great. So take your "someday" and write a book, Grammy’s got dates — with chefs who cook. Don’t waste my time with a someday plan — Be a damn potato... or be a man. [Outro – Soft & savage] So does a potato, sweetheart. But at least it’s useful… And tastes good with truffle salt.