[INTRO – dry female vocal, close mic] Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong… I hope she was worth it. Bing bong, bing bong… Maybe you were worth it to her. Bing bong… Door locked. This door is mine. Doesn’t work anyway. Go find another one. And leave a comment. That’s half the fun. You spent love like loose change, cheap hands, quick highs. [BEAT DROP] I knew already, before you found the nerve to say it out loud. People always leak before they confess. You mistook access for being wanted. That was your first loss. You called it freedom. Funny word for dependency. [HOOK] Whatever comes, comes, let the whole world turn. Bass hits, the night breathes, the heart will find its road. Whatever comes, comes, let the cruel one burn. If there’s music in this night, the road will find its own way. Here le le here, here le zalimê, the door shut once, don’t come crawling back to me. [VERSE 1] You spent love like money. Here today, gone tomorrow. Fake gold, borrowed courage, two drinks of freedom, three grams of betrayal. You thought you won, but all you did was consume. You didn’t finish me, baby, you finished you. No big crying, no dramatic goodbye, turn the bass up louder, let time handle the rest. [PRE-CHORUS] I don’t settle scores anymore, the turning world will do it. One laughs today, goes quiet tomorrow, night turns over, morning comes through. You said, “I’m free.” I smiled and walked. I didn’t lose you. I let you go. [CHORUS] Whatever comes, comes, let the whole world turn. Bass hits, the night breathes, the heart will find its road. Whatever comes, comes, let the cruel one burn. You left— does the whole damn world stop turning because you’re gone? Here le le here, here le zalimê, you lost me, cruel one, go back to your new baby. Here le le here, here le zalimê, maybe you were the final devil, maybe next comes a queen. [MIDDLE BREAK – bass + filtered keys] Bing bong… Who is it? The past. I’m not home. Bing bong… Who is it? Regret. Wrong address. Bing bong… Who is it? “Can we talk?” No. Door locked. Bass on. [VERSE 2 – fast, clipped flow] I move fast, you understand late. I stay quiet, you call it an answer. I leave one line, the whole room shakes. I drop one word, the whole night wakes. I don’t throw shade, I take aim. If you felt it hit, you supplied the name. I don’t name names, they recognize themselves. One little sentence knocks the whole table down. [HOOK – club chant] Bass, bass, hit it, push, push, hit it, cruel one leaves, the wheel keeps spinning. Bass, bass, hit it, open up the night, old love disappears, new rhythm calls. Whatever comes, comes, let the whole world turn. Night breathes, bass hits, the road will find itself. [BRIDGE – cold, calm] You didn’t win. You consumed. I buried the last piece I carried of you. I am not the wound. I am not the fire. I existed before you, and after you I am still mine. You called it freedom. I called it running. You called it a new life. I said, good luck with it. [BUILD] I won’t turn back again. I won’t open that door again. I won’t ask “why?” again. I won’t carry your reasons again. Your choice. Your night. Your account. Your price. My rhythm. My road. My night. My direction. [FINAL CHORUS] Whatever comes, comes, let the whole world turn. Bass hits, the night breathes, the heart will find its road. Whatever comes, comes, let the cruel one burn. If there’s music in this night, the road will find its own way. Here le le here, here le zalimê, I hope she was worth it, baby, you traded me for a moment. Here le le here, here le zalimê, game over, boy, that door is locked behind me. Whatever comes, comes, let the whole world turn. Today you, tomorrow me, fate chooses when it burns. Whatever comes, comes, let the cruel one burn. If there’s bass in this world, I’ll always find my road. [OUTRO – dry voice note] Bing bong… Too late. Bing bong… Door locked. I hope she was worth it. You lost me. But don’t worry… the world turns. the night breathes. the bass hits. and the road… always finds its way.
