[INTRO | FEMALE SPOKEN | HEAVY BOOTS | DISTORTED INDUSTRIAL BASS] Oh, wow. Mynx is pissed. Too fast to grab. Too mean to keep. You think I clawed out of that ditch To haul you too? [DISGUSTED LAUGH] Please. Same lint on your collar. Same rust on your nails. Same busted-lip excuse In a cheap suit. Back for another favor? Another fake emergency? Look at you. Still acting like I owe you. I got up. You can stay there. [DIRTY GUITAR STRIKE] [VERSE 1 | SASSY AGGRESSIVE RAP | TIGHT DIRTY DRUMS] Cracked mug, cold coffee. Bedhead, black liner. Phone face-down, buzzing. Your latest disaster can wait. Ink on paper. My name on top. Too long bailing water from your busted-ass tub While you grinned on deck. Clocked out of your mess with my patience shaved thin. Now you show up smiling like you still get to win? Call me cold, call me cruel, call it what you want. I didn't crawl out of ruin to be your dump truck. [PRE-CHORUS | CHOPPED BASS | RISING AGGRESSION] Phone's ringing. I don't care. Your mess is loud. Still ain't mine. Boots on concrete. Door's that way. Move. Don't make me say it twice. [CHORUS | EXPLOSIVE DUBSTEP ROCK] I DIDN'T CRAWL OUT FOR YOUR SHIT! YOU BURNED IT DOWN—NOW LIVE WITH IT! TRY TO LEAN ON ME, I CUT THE LINE! I AIN'T YOUR LADDER. I AIN'T YOUR CRUTCH! [VERSE 2 | VICIOUS FEMALE RAP | CHOPPED BASS] Knock, knock. Who's there? Oh, you again. Same tired act, same fake concern. Where you been? Why the silence? Why the shut door? Funny how you care once my hand won't carry yours. You never missed my laugh, just the cash in my purse. Never cared for my comfort, just the ride and the work. Same grease-stained hands, same church-face plea. You don't want a friend. You want free electricity. Got too used to my back against the wall, Now you're throwing fits 'cause I won't catch it all. What? You thought I'd keep folding? Keep my own life Stashed in a drawer while you sharpened your knife? Nah. Keep your pitch. Keep your script. I'm already three blocks out while you're still stuck in it. And quit acting shocked. You know exactly why. You watched me run on fumes and called it being nice. [PRE-CHORUS | GUITARS CLIMB | ANGRY SHOUTS] The ones who stayed? They know the score. The ones who drained me? Not anymore. No more guilt. No more delay. Headlights on. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY! [CHORUS | HEAVY GUITARS | FILTHY SUB-BASS] I GOT MY OWN LIFE! I GOT MY OWN BLOOD! YOU HAD YOUR TURN! YOU BLEW IT UP! MOVE! I GOT SHIT TO DO! NOTHING I BUILD FEEDS YOU! I DIDN'T CRAWL OUT FOR YOUR SHIT! BACK UP. I'M NOT YOUR NET! [BREAKDOWN | MUSIC CUTS | DRY, SARCASTIC FEMALE] Wait. Phone's ringing. Somebody's panicking. Another problem needs fixing. [PAUSE] And look at that. I'm not answering. [SHORT LAUGH] The world didn't end? Well, fuck me. Imagine that. [BRUTAL INDUSTRIAL DRUM BREAK | DISTORTED GUITAR | WARPED CALLOPE] [VERSE 3 | GROUNDED, COLD RAP | STEADY HEAVY DRUMS] I'm not done caring. I'm done getting picked clean. The ones who stood with me? Still standing beside me. The ones who only took? You know where the door is. I'm done losing sleep Over problems you ignore. You can call me selfish. Won't change what I do. Your opinion ain't a bill And I don't owe payment to you. Got work to finish. Got plans of my own. Don't need another crisis Blowing up my phone. I can give a damn Without giving you control. Can leave your shit untouched And still keep my soul. I don't need your blessing. I don't need your approval. I got up to do something. Not stand here For your amusement. [PRE-CHORUS | LOW BASS PULSE | SNAPPING DRUMS] Hands off. Step back. I'm not your backup plan Or your emergency stack. No more taps. No more taking. I'm already moving. You're just late to the breaking. Your name hits my screen Like a spark in a gas leak. I cut the line. You don't get to speak. I'm not your fix. I'm not your floor. Push one more inch And you'll eat that door. No more mercy. No more stall. I did not crawl out Just to answer your call. [FINAL CHORUS | FULL FORCE | AGGRESSIVE FEMALE SHOUTED RAP] I DIDN'T CRAWL OUT FOR YOUR SHIT! GOT MY OWN LIFE! YOU HAD YOUR TURN! YOU BLEW IT UP! MOVE! I GOT SHIT TO DO! NOTHING I BUILD FEEDS YOU! I DIDN'T CRAWL OUT FOR YOUR SHIT! BACK UP. I'M NOT YOUR NET! [OUTRO | SPOKEN | BOOTS ON CONCRETE] Nothing Left to Give? You took enough. Get the Fuck Back Up? I fucking did. And now? [PHONE VIBRATES] [PAUSE] Same number. Same bullshit. [PHONE SILENCED] [FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE] You don't get the last word. You don't even get an answer. [FINAL GUITAR STRIKE] I DIDN'T GET UP TO STAND STILL.
