[Intro – low pulse, distant office chatter] “Who’s got it?” “Just give it to him…” “He’ll handle it…” [Verse 1 – tight, talk-sung] New idea, new fire to fight No plan, no scope, just “make it right” Slide it over, same old play “Can you just…” — yeah, every day Since day one, same routine Drop it on me, keep it clean Build it up from nothing there Then vanish when it needs repair [Pre-Chorus] No owner named, no line defined Just pass it down and call it mine [Chorus – build → drop] I’m the fall guy, default name Every project, every flame You throw it here, I carry weight Till new hands come and take my place Then you rewrite who did what Close the book, just cut me out Same cycle, same old lie Load it up — the fall guy [Drop – heavy bass, chopped vox] (Default — assign) (Push it — it’s fine) (He’ll fix — on time) (Cross out — the line) [Verse 2] No ramp in, no handover Just “you’ve got this” — shoulder load Then more comes in before it’s done Stack it high, don’t drop one When it works, it’s “team success” When it slips, it’s “he’s a mess” Funny how the credit flows Up the chain but blame just grows [Pre-Chorus] Invisible when things go right Front and centre when there’s a fight [Chorus] I’m the fall guy, default tag Every gap, I fill the gap You throw it here, I hold the line While you redraw the finish line Then you move me, shift the ground Hand it off, don’t stick around Same pattern, same reply Load it up — the fall guy [Bridge – stripped, sharper tone] No start, no end, no ownership Just passing weight like it don’t exist No record kept of what was built Just who to point at when it tilts Since day one, I’ve seen it clear Rotation game year by year Hold the chaos, build the base Then step aside, erase the trace [Build – rising tension] Assign it — pass it — stack it — hide it Need it fixed? then I provide it Need a name? then I’m the one Need it gone? then I’m undone [Final Drop – hardest hit] Not your buffer, not your shield Not the one you always field Not the gap you always fill Not the fix for every ill Draw the line, redefine What is yours and what is mine Break the loop, cut the tie No more weight — no more fall guy [Outro – fading, hollow tone] “Just give it to him…” “…he’ll handle it…”
