LYRICS PROMPT [Intro | chopped vocal] Post me, play me, score me, rate me. Post me, play me, score me, rate me. [Build | spoken] The rack is private. The board is public. Once they lay you down - everybody’s got an opinion. [Drop Chorus | hook loop] Triple word feed, put me on blast, Lay me down good if you want it to last. Triple word feed, everybody sees, One little tile gets a thousand reads. Post me, play me, score me, rate me, Rack to the board, don’t hesitate me. Triple word feed, I’m live tonight, Spell me wrong but crop me right. [Verse 1 | smooth] We were quiet in the tray like a private chat, Little wood bodies in a line like that. Then the hand came in with a dangerous mood, And Q said, “Has anybody seen U?” Blank smiled soft like a fake profile pic, Said, “I can be loyal, I can be quick.” U rolled eyes from the second row, Like, “Everybody wants me when the points get low.” [Pre-Drop | rising] On the rack, we flirt. On the board, we trend. In the bag, we swear we won’t do this again. [Drop Chorus | hook loop] Triple word feed, put me on blast, Lay me down good if you want it to last. Triple word feed, everybody sees, One little tile gets a thousand reads. [Bridge | half-time] S knows who cheats. E knows who lies. Blank knows what happened when the phone lit up twice. Z says, “Stay sharp.” X says, “I’m rare.” The board keeps receipts like it’s always been there. [Final Drop | bigger] Triple word feed, put me on blast, Lay me down good if you want it to last. Triple word feed, everybody sees, One little tile gets a thousand reads. [Outro | chopped] Post me, play me, score me, rate me.
