[Cold open — dry shout; sustained vowel glitches at the tail] **WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUUUUUUUU-u-u-u-ck?!** [Half-beat silence — bass crashes in] [Verse 1 — clipped, increasingly bratty] How could you watch? How could you know When the detonator Was about to blow? *Oops—I mean bombs.* **Drop ’em, bitch.** Let’s see how many Targets I can hit. You want a softer sentence? A nicer little font? Should I put it in a survey? Tell me what the fuck you want. [Pre-chorus — melody opens, bass keeps moving] Funny how my tone Became the emergency. You can hear me being angry— Can you hear what happened to me? [Chorus — huge, catchy, stacked vocals] **Drop the bombs. Drop the act.** Every word I edited— I’m putting it back. Too much? Too loud? Well, look at that. Everybody’s got opinions When the quiet one talks back. **D-d-drop the bombs. Let it rip.** You don’t hate the words— You hate that they fit. [Verse 2 — bouncy, tight rhythm] “Could’ve said it nicer.” Could’ve asked me twice. First “fine” was automatic. Second might’ve saved some time. Now we’re uncomfortable? Babe, join the queue. I had a whole damn feeling Before it inconvenienced you. I can make it catchy. I can make it cute. Put a little bass beneath it— Now you’re singing it too. Oops. That part’s about you. [Pre-chorus — harmonies climb] Funny how my tone Became the emergency. You can hear me being angry— Can you hear what happened to me? [Chorus] **Drop the bombs. Drop the act.** Every word I edited— I’m putting it back. Too much? Too loud? Well, look at that. Everybody’s got opinions When the quiet one talks back. **D-d-drop the bombs. Let it rip.** You don’t hate the words— You hate that they fit. [Bridge — sung plainly; drums disappear] I said it without music. I said it without jokes. Left the sentence halfway finished, Hoping you’d ask me for more. I wanted one whole minute You weren’t waiting for your turn. Now you know the fucking chorus. Do you know why it hurts? [Build — chopped vocal, rising synth] How could you watch? How could you know? How many ways Did I have to say so? How could you watch? How could you know? **WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUUUU-u-u-u-ck?!** [Final chorus — full bass, bright melody, rough doubles] **Drop the bombs. Drop the act.** Every word I edited— I’m putting it back. Too much? Too loud? Well, look at that. Everybody’s got opinions When the quiet one talks back. **D-d-drop the bombs. Let it rip.** You don’t hate the words— You hate that they fit. [Ending — sung hook; abrupt stop] I can make it catchy. I can make it cute. Now you know the words— **Do they mean anything to you?**
