[male spoken word] Party hustle villain squad RETURN TO SENDER First diss track — Mixtape [Intro] Hope you hear this Same time your new boyfriend presses play On our old sex tape. Funny how the past keeps playing When the future looks this cheap. [Verse 1] With the promo art more crooked than my smile, I know it's been a while. If you're new, you won't have a clue, But for a few, this'll hurt for a while. I'ma keep this short like your newest skirt, Or my temper when you hit that nerve. You wanted closure? I brought a coffin and a fucking hearse. Taking Back Sunday? No—today's a day to remember. You burned every bridge Then complained about the weather. I know, I know— I'm brand new to your early November, Blind to every letter, Every warning, every red flag, every fucking "never." Return to sender. No forwarding address. Cut off both my hands So I can't read your messages. You made a masterpiece Out of making everything worse. Then wondered why the breakup Ended up becoming a verse. [Pre-Chorus] I wanted love— You manufactured hell. Now every "I love you" Sounds like something you sell. Villainous behavior, And you're still the only female Who ever had to bail me out of jail. [Chorus] So here's your name in the credits, Here's your face in the frame. Here's every little lie You forgot you ever made. You can change your number, Change your hair, change your name— But you can't change the fact That you gave me this song to make. Oh, congratulations, You finally made the cut. You're the breakup everybody warned me about. You wanted me bitter? Baby, look what you've done. I don't need revenge— I just need the record to run. [Verse 2] And I'm the only guy Who never physically abused you, But I'd be lying if I said I never used you— For a laugh, For a good time, For a little validation, For the kind of bad decisions That deserve their own vacation. Three, four, five— Love spells, dead eyes. I'm more poison than potion, More goodbye than "one more night." You thought I was your forever, I was apparently your phase. Funny how "soulmate" Turned into "don't mention my name." You wanted a monster? Congratulations, I'm employed. You built the Frankenstein Then complained about the noise. You said I was dramatic— That's rich coming from you. You turned every Tuesday Into a season finale of abuse. I'm not throwing stones, I'm returning your collection. Every accusation Comes with a tracking number and a receipt. [Bridge] You can call me cruel. You can call me obsessed. You can call me whatever Makes your conscience rest. But don't call me yours. That's one lie I'll correct. I was your biggest mistake— Now I'm your biggest regret. [Final Chorus] So here's your name in the credits, Here's your face in the frame. Here's every little lie You forgot you ever made. You can change your number, Change your hair, change your name— But you can't change the fact That you gave me this song to make. Return to sender. No forwarding address. You broke my heart And I broke your press kit. You wanted the last word? Baby, I brought the whole fucking book. [Outro] Hope you hear this Same time he presses play. Funny how our old memories Still get more attention than your new relationship. partyhustle- fuck you too
