Done Being Yours

[Verse 1]
You was swearing you were "different"
You was swearing you were "pure"
Whole time sneaking in the DMs
Whole time meeting at his door
Told me you were "stuck at work"
Yeah, stuck under him on the floor
Got receipts, got time stamps
You ain't slick, you just bored
You were lying in my face
Then lying in his bed
Posting all them fake quotes
While you all up in his texts
I was paying all the bills
You were paying him with neck
Now you saying "it was nothing"
Girl, that something got you checked
[Chorus]
I’m done being yours
You a cheater, that's for sure
You was begging for the world
While you crawling on the floor
I’m done being yours
Took my heart, you took it short
Now you crying at my door
But I’m done, I’m done being yours (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You was thirsty for attention
Every dude another chance
You’d be calling me controlling
While you hiding out in France
I was loyal, I was locked in
You was out here doing laps
You a clown, you a problem
You a walking red flag
You be spinning up the story
Tryna paint yourself the saint
Telling friends that I was crazy
You just mad I ain’t your bank
You can keep all of your drama
You can keep that little act
Keep his number in your phone
I’ma keep mine in the bag (woo)
[Chorus]
I’m done being yours
You a cheater, that's for sure
You was begging for the world
While you crawling on the floor
I’m done being yours
Took my heart, you took it short
Now you crying at my door
But I’m done, I’m done being yours (yeah)

rap, Aggressive East Coast rap banger, male vocals. Hard-hitting drum groove with distorted 808s and grimy bass, tense piano stabs on the verses, hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and crowd-style ad-libs. Vocal sits upfront and dry, verses relentlessly percussive; hook widens with doubled leads, call-and-response chants, and subtle riser sweeps into each chorus.