Done Playin' the Game

(Verse 1)

I used to open doors, carry bags, pay the check

Thought it made me a man, showed some damn respect

Now it's "mansplaining," "toxic," "fragile ego" too

Every compliment's a crime, every joke lands taboo

I held my tongue for years, took the hits, kept the peace

But the goalposts keep movin', and the rules never cease

Equality was the promise, but it's privilege they claim

While pointin' fingers at me like I'm the one to blame

(Chorus)

I'm done, I'm done, fed up to the bone

With the lectures, the guilt trips, the "men built the throne"

We work, we provide, we bleed, we break

But somehow we're the villains in every damn take

No more sorrys, no more bendin' our back

Call me what you want—I'm not walkin' that track

Feminism sold us a war we never signed up to fight

Brother, I'm done playin' nice tonight

(Verse 2)

They scream "believe all women" till a man's life is through

Then stay silent when the story flips, what’s a guy supposed to do?

Divorce courts empty my wallet, take my kids, take my home

While they tweet "the future is female" from their daddy-bought phone

I see brothers checkin' out, goin' MGTOW, ghostin' the game

Too tired of bein' villains just for havin' a name

We ain't oppressors, we ain't kings on a hill

We're just regular men gettin' kicked for the thrill

(Chorus)

I'm done, I'm done, fed up to the bone

With the lectures, the guilt trips, the "men built the throne"

We work, we provide, we bleed, we break

But somehow we're the villains in every damn take

No more sorrys, no more bendin' our back

Call me what you want—I'm not walkin' that track

Feminism sold us a war we never signed up to fight

Brother, I'm done playin' nice tonight

(Bridge – slower, spoken-sung)

Yeah, we know the history, we know the pain

But punishin' us for sins of the past ain't makin' it rain

We want partners, not projects, not enemies in our bed

If equality's real, then quit treatin' us dead

(Final Chorus – louder, angrier)

We're done, we're done, screamin' at the sky

No more kneelin', no more askin' why

We lift you up, you step on our throat

Then wonder why we're buildin' our own damn boat

No more playin' the game, no more takin' the fall

Men are wakin' up—hear the wake-up call

Feminism had its run, now the bill's overdue

I'm done with the script—how 'bout you?

(Outro – fade with gritty guitar)

Yeah... I'm done.

You hear me?

I'm done.