[Verse 1] Mask up Sun down Scrolls spread on the canyon ground Little dust devils chase my notes around I’ve got Sand in my sleeves, and a thesis Spelling out your tactical weakness You say “charge” I say “citation needed” Under my breath as the plan gets repeated [Chorus] I’m Bea Underwood, footnotes in the sand Correcting every shortcut in your master plan You call it nitpicking I call it staying alive If you’d read your sources You might survive the night I’m Bea Underwood Yeah, I’m right, and it’s fine [Verse 2] Desert crest On my sash Sultan’s seal stitched next to my class Ranked first in “how to vanish” and “advanced ambush math” Father sent bugs I brought data He chased pests I chase errata You throw a shuriken wide I adjust your arc mid-stride “Actually, wind shear” You roll your eyes, then hit the guy [Chorus] I’m Bea Underwood, footnotes in the sand Correcting every shortcut in your master plan You call it nitpicking I call it staying alive If you’d read your sources You might survive the night I’m Bea Underwood Yeah, I’m right, and it’s fine [Bridge] Oaths to the Pharaoh Ink on my wrists Proofs in the margins Of every risk Atem said “seek truth” Etched in old glass So when I say “um, actually” I’m citing the past [Chorus] I’m Bea Underwood, footnotes in the sand Correcting every shortcut in your master plan You call it nitpicking I call it staying alive If you’d read your sources You might survive the night I’m Bea Underwood Yeah, I’m right, and it’s fine
