Why Is Dillon Being So Mean?

[Intro – talking tone] For thirty years I tried to be good Smile right, talk right, act how I should Be polite, be calm, be helpful, be fair Meanwhile they laughing like I ain’t there Then I flip one switch and the whole room shifts Like what the hell is this? ⸻ [Verse 1] I was like “I’ll train you whenever bro” “Yeah you’re good” “I got you” “I can help you grow” Got laughed at Talked over Made small Played soft Then I said “Nope.” Beat you. Told you you suck. Now suddenly I’m the one you wanna f*** with. You wanna hang out? Now you wanna talk? Now you respect me? Now you don’t mock? WTF is this game? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] False nice didn’t work True nice didn’t land False mean felt weird But truth mean? They clapped their hands So what’s the variable? What changed? Was it the words Or the fact I stopped playing? ⸻ [Chorus] Nice didn’t work So I stopped caring Stopped smoothing Stopped over-sharing Now I say what I think And I don’t explain And somehow that’s when They scream my name Is it mean? Or is it free? Did I grow up Or just drop the leash? Life’s short After hospital nights So if I feel disrespected I don’t play nice ⸻ [Verse 2] With girls it was awkward “Be sweet” “Be safe” Try to be good Don’t rock the place They ghost me. Cold. Weird vibe. Then I say what I want No filter. No bribe. Suddenly interested. Suddenly fun. Same mouth. Same lungs. So don’t tell me “Bad boys win” It’s not that simple It’s deeper than sin It’s outcome independence No validation chase When I stopped needing I took up space ⸻ [Bridge – more introspective] After the staples After the scars After I stared at hospital stars I realized something twisted and clean Being “good” ain’t the same as being seen I was lying when I was nice Not fully Not twice Just enough To smooth the room But when I cut It came with boom ⸻ [Breakdown – half rap, half spoken] If I say “you’re overweight” That’s clinical. Cold. If I say “you’re a fat f***” They laugh Cause it’s bold. Is that messed up? Maybe. Is it tension? Yes. But the second I stop caring They lean in Not less. So what is it? Mean? Or conviction? Did I drop kindness Or drop addiction? ⸻ [Final Chorus – heavier] Nice didn’t work So I killed the mask Now I speak first Don’t ask You want my time? Earn it. You want my respect? Burn it. I’m not mean to be loved I’m mean cause I’m done Playing the saint For anyone Life’s short Heart stopped once I’m not wasting breath On being the punch If peace is quiet And charge is loud I’m both right now And I’m proud