Thirsty!!

[Intro – Male | tribal flutes, low drum hits] (Yeah…) Light work… She call us thirsty… but she sellin’ all the water… Listen… [Verse 1 – Male] She hit the gym half-dressed, chasin’ eyes not reps, TikTok turnin’ to therapy, talkin’ like it’s a text. Whole world in her comments, she swear it ain’t for attention, But every angle say different — her actions need intervention. She tell the internet her secrets, but calls men “too emotional,” Daily diaries to strangers, but offline she ain’t controllable. She claim she want a leader, then fight him for the lead, Say she want a real man — but chaos all she breed. Close your eyes, feel her energy — is it peace or is it stress? Is she wife material… or only dressin’ for the ‘net? If she offer no tranquility, affection, support, Then she a tourist in relationships — she never stays for the court. [Pre-Hook – Male | soft flute echoes] Judge her by what she do… Not what she post… Listen close. [Hook – Male] She call men thirsty, but she out here spillin’ her soul, Dressin’ loud, actin’ proud, chasin’ views like a goal. If she ain’t givin’ peace, ain’t givin’ nurture or love… Then she thirsty for attention — she ain’t lookin’ for us. She call men thirsty, but she postin’ for the chase, Say she want a real man — but she lost in her own space. If she ain’t givin’ support, ain’t givin’ respect from the heart… She thirsty for attention… Not ready to play her part. [Verse 2 – Male] The “Honorary” type — self-important, ego loud, Feel owed a king’s devotion while entertainin’ the crowd. She want the crown, want the throne, but never earned the seat, Entitlement on 10, but her value incomplete. The “Divisive” ones stir conflict, gender war every day, Belittlin’ men on timelines, but offline got nothin’ to say. Fingin’ blame like confetti, accountability missin’, Yet she wonder why good men stop pullin’ up, stop listenin’. So I watch how she move — the tone, the grace, the vibe, Not the body, not the lashes, not the angle she provide. Does she bring tranquility? Affection? Respect? Or is she thirsty for attention… with nothin’ real to protect? [Hook – Male | tribal chant underlay] She call men thirsty, but she out here spillin’ her soul, Dressin’ loud, actin’ proud, chasin’ views like a goal. If she ain’t givin’ peace, ain’t givin’ nurture or love… Then she thirsty for attention — she ain’t lookin’ for us. She call men thirsty, but she postin’ for the chase, Say she want a real man — but she lost in her own space. If she ain’t givin’ support, ain’t givin’ respect from the heart… She thirsty for attention… Not ready to play her part. [Outro – Male | deeper drums + light native vocal calls (yo-heh, yo-heh)] Peace… Tranquility… Affection… Respect… Support… If she don’t bring that? She thirsty. [Fade out with tribal flutes + low hum.]