(Intro: Heavy bass drops, snapping fingers, spoken with a sneer)
Yeah. You thought the crown was permanent?
Honey, it was a rental.
Time to pay the bill.
(Verse 1)
Flashbulbs dying out, the static’s getting loud
You’re looking for a face in a disappearing crowd
I hope every morning you wake up, her face is all you see
A reminder of the power that you stole so greedily
And when the lights go black and the silence starts to scream
I hope when you go to sleep she's hunting your dreams
You built a house of cards on a foundation made of salt
Now it’s washing away, and it’s nobody’s fault but yours.
(Pre-Chorus)
You might have thought you were something with your unpredictable monster
But now that he's gone he ain't nothing but a poser
The smoke and mirrors cleared, now the picture’s looking ugly
Only reason you were something was cuz of his unpredictability.
(Chorus)
Alone you're a nobody, just a ghost on the lawn
A washed up husband that should have stayed gone
You tried to rule by fear, tried to terrorize the track
But the leash just snapped and there’s no turning back
One step, two step, three steps—BANG
That’s the sound of the door where your ego used to hang.
(Verse 2)
Slow your roll, sweetheart, you’re drifting off the lane
You’re addicted to the chaos, you’re addicted to the pain
But you’re going to threaten the wrong b****, push up on the wrong tree
You aren’t the main event, you aren’t even an MVP
Real power doesn’t shout, it doesn't need to play the bully
We see through the act, yeah, we see you fully
Real queens don’t terrorize, they don’t need to hunt
While you’re out here pulling every desperate little stunt.
(Bridge)
Get back in the corner, find a seat in the rear
The air is finally fresh now that you aren't here
Real queens are calling, and they’re changing the line
You had your fifteen minutes; you’re way past your time
So why don't you back up and get your roll real quick
The smell of your desperation is making us sick.
(Chorus)
Alone you're a nobody, a washed up husband that should have stayed gone
Barking at the moon while the world moves on
One step, two step, three steps—BANG
Hear the iron hit the floor, let the heavy metal clang
Get back, stay back, let the real queens step up
We’re drinking from the gold, you can keep the plastic cup.
(Outro)
Cuz honey your day is done, you're going to f*** with the wrong one
The countdown is over...
It’s 1, 2, 3... gun.
(Silence)
