[Intro – gritty, close mic] Yeah… You don’t give love… you measure it. Let’s go. [Verse 1] You don’t love – you portion, precise with the drip, give a sip of the ocean, then you tighten the grip. Say “I got you”, then ghost when it’s time to be real, turn presence to absence like it’s part of the deal. You hand out crumbs, call it “care” with a grin, starve ’em just enough so they crawl back again. You learned the timing – when to pull, when to feed, keep ’em hooked on a maybe like it’s all that they need. You a thermostat heart – always set to “not warm”, change the climate on purpose just to keep it a storm. If you gave what they’re worth, they’d be gone in a day, so you ration affection just to make ’em all stay. You ain’t deep, you strategic – there’s a difference, it’s facts, you don’t build any bond, you just manage the gaps. [Hook – hard, chant, punchy] Just enough – never more, never clean, keep ’em stuck in between what you show and you mean. Give a spark, kill the flame, then repeat the routine, now they fiend for a version of you they ain’t seen. Half love, half truth, whole game, everybody leave confused but you stay the same. You don’t lose people – nah, you keep ’em delayed, stuck chasin’ the debt that you never repaid. [Verse 2] You play “almost” like it’s part of your brand, half a heart, half a truth, never fully a man. Show a glimpse of the peak, then you close off the climb, now they stuck in the loop tryna freeze that one time. You weaponize distance, then call it “space”, turn neglect into mystery they gotta chase. Make absence feel heavy like it’s love in disguise, now they thank you for silence you carefully designed. You ain’t rare, you rehearsed – every move got a plan, every “real” moment staged just to bait where they stand. You don’t break people quick, nah you stretch ’em instead, keep ’em alive on hope while you starve ’em half-dead. Then you slide back in like “you good?” – what a line, after weeks of that quiet you engineered in their mind. [Hook – harder, louder] Just enough – never more, never clean, keep ’em stuck in between what you show and you mean. Give a spark, kill the flame, then repeat the routine, now they fiend for a version of you they ain’t seen. [Bridge – stripped, surgical] You call it control… but it’s fear of bein’ known. ’Cause if you gave it all… you’d have nothin’ of your own. [Outro – DMX energy, final blows] You don’t give – you delay. You don’t love – you play. You don’t stay – you sway. And one day… they stop needin’ what you ration. Game over.
