Uh-huh… Clock it. (It’s that time.) Walk in like “sorry” then I don’t apologize Sugar on my tongue, but I’m still weaponized Gloss on the lips, but I bite when I smile I can be your peace, or your problem for a while They say “tone it down,” I say “watch me go up” If I’m too much—baby, you’re not enough I don’t do small talk, I don’t do “be nice” I do big energy, I do big price Ooh, I used to shrink to fit Now I’m loud in my innocence If you don’t like the way I glow Look away—this ain’t for you It’s cunt season, cunt season Cold world, but I stay heated Main character, undefeated If I want it, I mean it It’s cunt season, cunt season No tears, just good decisions New hair, new intuition If I’m scary—good, I’m winning (Hands off, eyes on) (Glow up, lights on) (We don’t chase, we choose) (It’s cunt season) I learned the hard way, they clap when you bleed They love a pretty girl who never says “please” So I sharpen my edges and soften my heart Keep the truth in my chest like a dangerous art I’m polite, I’m precise, I’m a storm in a dress I can do “sweet,” but I do “don’t test” You want the fantasy? Fine, here it comes— But don’t be surprised when I still outrun (Ooh) I used to shrink to fit Now I’m loud in my innocence If you don’t like the way I glow Look away—this ain’t for you It’s cunt season, cunt season Cold world, but I stay heated Main character, undefeated If I want it, I mean it It’s cunt season, cunt season No tears, just good decisions New hair, new intuition If I’m scary—good, I’m winning I can be cute and still cut you off Say “love you!” then block your number, soft I’m not mean, I’m just done being played Put a crown on my head, let the haters be mad If you want my time, pay respect If you want my heart, don’t collect it like checks I’m a smile with a spine, I’m a kiss with a bite I’m the “good girl” growing fangs overnight Repeat after me: I’m not “too much.” You’re just too used to less. (Yeah.) It’s cunt season, cunt season Cold world, but I stay heated Main character, undefeated If I want it, I mean it It’s cunt season, cunt season No tears, just good decisions New me, no permission If I’m scary—good, I’m winning If you can’t handle the shine… don’t stand this close.
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