
[Hook] I could lie for free, they hand out favors I could trade my soul, they open doors just to see the neighbors I could smile on cue, hit the group chat with the latest I just… don’t I just… don’t I just… don’t [Verse 1] Phone on the nightstand, 2019 still waiting Two words on the screen, never hit reply, still debating Matt-gray Malibu, temp tag in the dash Looks like somebody else’s ride, nobody ask White Hanes under the Everlast, nothing flashy MetroPCS got thirty-seven left, paid the lawyer in cash Told my cousin I’d be there, showed up on time He looked at me sideways like I stepped on a landmine Keeping your word used to be quiet routine Now it’s a red flag, now it got a whole team Of people wondering what the angle is, what you after Basic decency turned into suspicious behavior [Hook] I could lie for free, they hand out favors I could trade my soul, they open doors just to see the neighbors I could smile on cue, hit the group chat with the latest I just… don’t I just… don’t I just… don’t [Verse 2] Last-seen timestamp vanish the second they read it Proof you opened the message, now they think you hid it Loyalty looking weak in the group photo Performance get the likes, character get the “oh” I watch them fold like laundry on a dryer rack One compromise at a time, no coming back They ask why I stay quiet, why I don’t perform I say normal ain’t normal, it just got deformed They copy the posture, they practice the lean I practice the silence, I practice the clean Values flipped so hard that good feels illegal Refusing to match energy, that’s the new evil [Hook] I could lie for free, they hand out favors I could trade my soul, they open doors just to see the neighbors I could smile on cue, hit the group chat with the latest I just… don’t I just… don’t I just… don’t [Bridge] I get the math, I see the shortcut Could be one of them tomorrow if I cut the cord But the flip-phone still buzzes on the wood And I still choose restraint even when it feel misunderstood [Outro] I just… don’t I just… don’t

