Written by Chyld d'Levanto © 2026 Chyld d’Levanto [Lyrics] You find old links that I forgot to lock See that switch on, then run with the thought Lift what I built, then twist what I made Act like one click gives you rights to play I said ask first, that part was direct You read every word, ignored what I said No room to argue, no room to pretend You say it don't matter, I know your intent Every no turns into a debate Every line gets bent out of shape You don't hear shit, you just wait For your turn to tell me I'm wrong anyway Permission ain't a toggle You don't click your way to yes Take my work, run it through a model Still my work beneath the mess I said don't touch it, you did it anyway And this right here is why I gots to say Fuck you Fuck you And fuck the horse you rode on too You ask what your own words mean, you stall Then let a machine come answer it all Ten long paragraphs, polished and clean Still can't tell me what one damn line means Borrow the art, then borrow the phrasing Borrow the thought, then call it creating Throw slurs in the room, act shocked when it clears Then wonder why nobody wants you near Every no turns into a debate Every line gets bent out of shape You don't hear shit, you just wait For your turn to tell me I'm wrong anyway Permission ain't a toggle You don't click your way to yes Take my work, run it through a model Still my work beneath the mess I said don't touch it, you did it anyway And this right here is why I gots to say Fuck you Fuck you And fuck the horse you rode on too You didn't slip You made the call Saw the line Walked through it all Heard me say ask Heard me say no Knew damn well Still chose to go You don't misunderstand me You understand just fine You just think what you want Should matter more than mine Permission ain't a toggle You don't click your way to yes Take my work, run it through a model Still my work beneath the mess I said don't touch it, you did it anyway And this right here is why I gots to say Fuck you Fuck you And fuck the horse you rode on too No more warnings No more grace Keep your hands Off what I make Off my songs Off my art Go fuck yourself And the shit you start
