You say Face-down face down face down orders—that’s your low-grade gaaammmeee Same-fuck, lame-fuck, never learned my nammme. I gave more than sex—sex, You flexed your ego then bounced with the checkss Used me to puff up your paper-thin pridddee But I’m glowin’ regardless, you’re empty insiddde. [Verse 1 – eerie glide into heavy 808s] I fell in love—tell me what was it for, Spun me in circles, left me flat on the floor. You lied, slid by, tried to siphon my soul, Told me “lean on me,” then you bolted with the gold. Face-down orders—that’s your low-grade game, Same-fuck, lame-fuck, never learned my name. I gave more than sex—sex—sex, You flexed your ego then bounced with the checks. Used me to puff up your paper-thin pride, But I’m glowin’ regardless, you’re empty inside. ⸻ [Machine-Gun Jab – one breath, triplet pocket] Use her. Use me. You’s a fiend. (×3) Act eighteen—no soul, no green, High off a dream, stuck in the screen. (wake up!) Looped boy-toy routine—cheap caffeine, Big-shot talk with a Barbie-sized scene. ⸻ [Verse 2 – tight, grimy cadence] Lied on your wallet, lied on your grind, Mirror keeps crackin’ from the stories you find. Lied on my lips, lied through your teeth, Quarter-cent hero on a full-price beat. Talk is bargain, proof is steep, Forty-five flexin’ with receipts that weep. No drive—just borrowed schemes, Tryna park that fraud in strangers’ dreams. ⸻ [Hook – chant with ghost reverb] Go—just go, I’m the source of the glow, You were set—never ready, that’s the only thing you know. Gave you oceans, you leave me bone-dry, Mess-made boy, piss on life ⸻ [Bridge – rapid call-and-response] Use her. Use me. You’s a fiend. No lean, no clean, no green— Tiny tool lookin’ for a plastic queen. ⸻ [Outro – raw whisper over fading bass] I fell in love—guess I cracked my head, Gas-lit, torch-lit, drowning in red. Walks like, talks like, acts like—switch, [record scratch] Call it what it is: A bitch, a bitch.
