[Intro: soft pads, light percussion, warm low-end] She lights a candle like she’s summoning love, hips swaying slow, eyes locked on him above. He’s watching her move like she’s magic divine, and she loves it — she wants him caught in her shine. [Chorus: trap hats, sub bass, playful plucks] BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me She chants like she’s casting a charm on his heart, petty little love spell tearing him apart. BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me She wants him to fall for the girl she pretends to be. [Verse 1: voodoo drums, airy synths, rising FX] She dances the voodoo, circles the plate, water bottle sitting there, sealing her fate. She throws fake magic like she’s queen of the night, he’s smiling soft — she’s his ridiculous delight. She lifts the plate slow, crowd gasps on cue, the bottle floats up like her feelings do. She bows with pride, expecting him to swoon, petty romance rising like a hot air balloon. [Pre-Chorus: filtered drums, tension riser] But he bows too — sweet, clueless, sincere, thinking he’s honoring her magic right here. He doesn’t know the trick, doesn’t know the show, just trying to love her the only way he knows. [Chorus: trap hats, sub bass, playful plucks] BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me She chants like she’s casting a charm on his heart, petty little love spell tearing him apart. BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me She wants him to fall for the girl she pretends to be. [Verse 2: comedic bounce, bright percussion] Then she sees it — the truth breaks her trance, the bottle stuck to the broom he held by chance. Her magic exposed, her ego undone, petty romance turning from cute into fun. She freezes, eyes wide, pride cracking in two, he’s still bowing deep like he’s loyal and true. She can’t believe he ruined her mystical vibe, so she grabs the plate with dramatic pride. [Bridge: beat drop, minimal drums, comedic tension] SMACK! Right to his head — not hard, just loud, the kind of hit lovers do when they’re too proud. She stomps her foot, hair whipping like flame, petty romance is a dangerous game. [Breakdown: half-time beat, echoing vocals] Why would you bow? Wtf would you bow? Her voice cracks between fury and affection somehow. She wanted him dazzled, wanted him impressed, not accidentally exposing her petty princess. [Final Chorus: full beat, wide stereo, bright synths] BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me Her spell wasn’t magic — it was wanting his heart, wanting him to see her as powerful art. BBBRRRR bing bing bam bam BAM BAM bitch you tryna start me Petty romance is messy, but damn it’s pretty. [Outro: soft pads, fading percussion] She sighs, he laughs, she taps him again, but softer this time — the kind lovers defend. He holds the broom up like a peace offering, and she smirks, knowing he’s still her favorite thing.
