[Intro] [clean electric guitar with chorus, palm-muted rhythmic pattern] [Verse 1] (Sigh) [dry male vocals enter] Sent a message about the Chicago struggle Added stickers of Women World Unite You said my period punctuation was a wall Made the sentiment feel a little too finite [drums enter, steady kick and tight snare] Sorry kiddo, guess I'll never learn the code Still gonna end my thoughts with a stop or ellipses [Instrumental Break] [bass guitar enters, melodic root-note pattern] [guitar continues rhythmic pattern] [drums continue with light hi-hat work] [Verse 2] (Sigh) [dry male vocals enter] It was just "Un abrazo" and a simple dot, Grammar rules I learned back in the day. But you saw an attitude that I hadn’t brought, And said my texting style was way too gray. [drums enter, steady kick and tight snare] Apparently a full stop means I'm throwing shade, When I was just trying to be precise. [Chorus] Sorry, kiddo... guess I'll never learn the code, Still gonna end my thoughts with a stop. Or ellipsis... Yeah, sorry, not sorry, that's just how it goes, A final period doesn't mean I'm being vicious. [Verse 3] (Sigh) [dry male vocals enter] You reply with "NOOOOO" and a bunch of frowns, Saying "Bye" like I just ruined your night. Gen Z drama flipping semantics upside down, While I'm just sitting here keeping it tight. [drums enter, steady kick and tight snare] I won't trade my syntax for a ghosted line, A little punctuation never hurt a soul. [Chorus] Sorry, kiddo... guess I'll never learn the code, Still gonna end my thoughts with a stop. Or ellipsis... Yeah, sorry, not sorry, that's just how it goes, A final period doesn't mean I'm being vicious.
