[Intro]
Yeah, Isabel in the room
Better hide the juice
[Verse 1]
Isabel up early, flat iron in her hand
Straightens every strand till it follows her command
One little curl and she declares war
Back to the mirror like she’s been there before
Lashes on point, makeup case packed
Lip gloss, powder, liner, everything stacked
She checks that reflection, gives the look a review
Then reaches for her phone like it’s part of the crew
[Chorus]
Isabel, Isabel, what you gonna do?
Phone in your palm and an empty juice box too
Lashes so long, makeup laid with precision
Short fuse sparking over every small decision
Isabel, Isabel, everybody knows
She drank the last drop, now the refrigerator’s exposed
[Verse 2]
She says, “Who took my juice?” with a serious face
Meanwhile three empty bottles sitting in the same place
Scrollin’ through the feed, thumb moving quick
Missed the whole conversation but she liked the clip
Hair stays straight through the heat and the rain
Touching up the edges on the bus and the train
Ask her for a sip? Better ask with a plan
She’ll guard that last carton like a security van
[Chorus]
Isabel, Isabel, what you gonna do?
Phone in your palm and an empty juice box too
Lashes so long, makeup laid with precision
Short fuse sparking over every small decision
Isabel, Isabel, everybody knows
She drank the last drop, now the refrigerator’s exposed
[Bridge]
Take a breath, Isabel, put the phone down slow
There’s a fresh bottle waiting, now you know
One little smile and the whole room cools
But touch her flat iron? That’s breaking the rules
[Verse 3]
She’s got a ten-minute rant and a two-minute storm
Then fixes her eyeliner till the world feels warm
Every selfie gets a filter, every outfit gets a frame
If the battery hits five, don’t say her name
She can change her whole mood with a playlist and a gloss
But when the juice runs out, everybody pays the cost
Still, when the crew needs style, she’s the one they call
Isabel brings the sparkle, even after the squall
[Final Chorus]
Isabel, Isabel, what you gonna do?
Phone in your palm and an empty juice box too
Lashes so long, makeup laid with precision
Short fuse sparking over every small decision
Isabel, Isabel, everybody knows
She drank the last drop, now the refrigerator’s exposed
[Outro]
Straight hair, fake lashes, makeup on glow
Phone in her hand everywhere she goes
Buy more juice before she walks through the door
Isabel’s here—better stock the store