I N T R O: Yeah… This ain’t bitterness. This budgeting. Access require credentials now. V E R S E 1: Used to romanticize potential, that shit fictional prose Now I audit energy before I open the door You can admire the glow, you cannot handle the core I done made a garden out the concrete floor Pretty ain’t privilege, it’s camouflage for the wise Soft skin, steel spine — read between the eyes You confused affection with access to my time Baby, that’s a luxury line — you can’t afford the design I don’t move off charm, I move off consistency Fuck a “wyd,” where the vision? where the symmetry? Used to entertain crumbs like it’s chemistry Now I curate presence like a museum entry My silence expensive, it echo in vaults I don’t argue with men, I revise the default If the vibe feel thin, I dissolve and exalt I ain’t chasing no throne, I built the result P R E - C H O R U S: You see the glow, but you don’t see the grind Every “no” a boundary refined I ain’t cold, I’m aligned And alignment don’t stand in no line H O O K: Pretty, paid, and unavailable Standards high — non-negotiable You can look but it’s unapproachable Heart guarded like it’s federal Calendar full, that’s intentional If it ain’t mutual, it’s expendable Energy rare, that’s measurable Pretty, paid — unavailable V E R S E 2: I done turned heartbreak into asset management Tax bracket love — different language Don’t confuse my grace with containment I just learned discernment from abandonment He say I’m different — yeah, I’m differentiated Elevation made me insulated Conversations gotta be cultivated I don’t do small talk, I curate it I ain’t hard to love, I’m hard to bullshit If it’s surface level, I pull the full switch Chicago winter — I move cold quick But my summer energy? Whole glow lit You thought access was automatic Nah baby, that’s nostalgic habit I’m selective like fine art traffic You need clearance — diplomatic B R I D G E: It ain’t that I don’t feel. I just don’t fold. It ain’t that I don’t care. I just don’t beg. You can’t breadcrumb a banquet. You can’t rush a woman who own her pace. I don’t chase potential. I attract provision. H O O K: Pretty, paid, and unavailable No trial run — non-refundable If the love ain’t stable It’s replaceable Peace heavy, unshakeable Mind sharp — irreplaceable You can watch, but it’s untraceable Pretty, paid — unavailable O U T R O: This ain’t playing hard to get. This playing hard to forget. Pretty... Paid....
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