[Intro — spoken | vinyl crackle / jazz piano] Ayo, it's MGC. So apparently I'm “royal highness” now? ... That's cute. But you forgot one thing— the queen gets a verse. Let's go. [Verse 1 — MGC] He coming in hot? I'm already there, Little black beanie, blonde in my hair. Walk in clean, whole room goes mute, He brought twelve coffees— I brought attitude. Says he got plots when he steps on the scene, Baby, I got plots you ain't ready to read. Chaos veteran? That's adorable, babe. I make bad decisions look professionally made. DM your queen after sparking your green, Like I wasn't already plotting something obscene— pause. Relax. I mean morally questionable. Keep up. You got energy? Cool, I got spite. You wanna cause trouble? Pick a night. You make the road when you're against the wall? I brought spray paint— I'll improve it all. [Pre-Hook — melodic swagger] You do what you do, I do what I please. You're bringing the chaos, I'm bringing receipts. You want a reason? Baby, reason ain't free. Got a million bad ideas? Save a couple for me. [HOOK — melodic / bouncy] Go on, do what you do, I'll be trouble number two. You got a million bad ideas? Baby, I got better ones than you. If you're looking for permission, wrong girl to ask it through. Go on, do what you do— I'll make it worse with you. [Verse 2 — MGC | faster] Heard “blonde ten” and I raised one brow— Oh, we putting my business in verses now? “Royal highness?” Okay, that's sweet. But if you're gonna name-drop the queen, let her get on the beat. Pain in your royal hind end? Correct. Still somehow this menace gets my respect. Qué problema, look at this man, Got a whole damn circus without a single plan. Calls himself chaos? Mira qué lindo. Leave him unattended once— there goes the neighborhood. Seven deadly sins? I've met all seven. Three owe me money, two got banned from heaven. One said, “MGC, maybe chill.” I said— “Sounds like a you problem, Bill.” [Fast Rap — building] Confident, consequential, occasionally detrimental, Cute enough to make bad decisions look intentional. Mentally unconventional, verbally disrespectful, Financially— We don't discuss financials. Socially questionable, fashion impeccable, Emotionally unavailable— unless snacks are accessible. You said you're unforgettable? Baby, that's true. But don't forget the reason half these stories— involve me too. [HOOK] Go on, do what you do, I'll be trouble number two. You got a million bad ideas? Baby, I got better ones than you. If you're looking for permission, wrong girl to ask it through. Go on, do what you do— I'll make it worse with you. [Break — playful / horn stabs] You wanna swing? I can swing. You wanna rap? I can rap. You wanna cause problems? ... Babe. Have we met? [Final Verse — warmer] But underneath the jokes, lemme give you your flowers. I've seen you keep moving through some fucked-up hours. Back against the wall, still building your road, Turn stress into bars then carry the load. So yeah— keep doing what you do. Keep making weird shit. Keep being you. And when that million-and-first bad idea comes through— Call your queen. I'll probably say yes too. [FINAL HOOK — BOTH ENERGY / BIG HORNS] Go on, do what you do, I'll come causing trouble too. Two million bad ideas— and somehow we're not through. We don't need a fucking reason, never really wanted one too. You keep doing what you do— I'll keep doing me with you. [Outro — jazz piano / vinyl crackle] Oh, and Jinx? ... About that “blonde ten.”... Correct. But next time you put me in a verse— save me sixteen bars.
