Rude Much!

> (Sung low and breathy, with a heavy reverb echo)

Did you rehearse that line?

Practice that sneer in the mirror?

You came here just to wound someone.

Tell me... rude much?

> (Heavy trap beat drops in for Verse 1)

Walked in the room, thought the air was clean,

You served up acid, cold and mean.

I just asked a question, simple and brief,

Got a lecture back, wrapped up in your grief.

It wasn't even about me, not really,

But you had to cut deep, you had to feel bigger, see?

Like throwing a punch when the hands were tied,

Did you feel good hiding behind your pride?

[Pre-Chorus] (build up)

I'm standing here breathing, trying to make sense,

Of the verbal shrapnel, the barbed-wire fence.

No provocation, no warning sign,

Just your toxic energy meeting mine.

And all I can think is...

[Chorus] (strong vocals)

Rude much? Yeah, you’re rude much.

Is that really how you like to touch

Every fragile thing you see?

Do you feel nothing when you look at me?

I’m not a target, I’m not a soft spot for your knife,

I swear you suck the simple oxygen out of life.

Rude much? Yeah, you’re rude much.

Bet your conscience doesn't feel a thing like us.

I tried to be patient, tried to assume the best,

Maybe your past put your soul to the test.

Maybe your scars are the things that you show,

A broken heart telling everyone where to go.

But your trauma doesn't buy you a pass,

To treat my effort like brittle, broken glass.

I came in here peaceful, ready to share,

And you just dumped all your garbage right here.

[Bridge] (intense beats)

The lights are too bright, the music is wrong,

I just want a place where I actually belong.

Is it so hard to just... be kind for once?

Do you practice that frown, those cynical stunts?

I feel the sting, I feel the shame,

But it's not my fault, you just love the game.

I’m walking away, leaving the toxic sound,

Gonna pick up my pieces off the broken ground.

I'm standing here breathing, trying to make sense,

Of the verbal shrapnel, the barbed-wire fence.

No provocation, no warning sign,

Just your toxic energy meeting mine.

And all I can think is...

[Chorus] (strong vocals)

Rude much? Yeah, you’re rude much.

Is that really how you like to touch

Every fragile thing you see?

Do you feel nothing when you look at me?

I’m not a target, I’m not a soft spot for your knife,

I swear you suck the simple oxygen out of life.

Rude much? Yeah, you’re rude much.

Bet your conscience doesn't feel a thing like us.

[Outro] (Fade Out/echo)

> (The beat slows and gets more distorted.)

Rude much...

The worst part is... you don't even know it...

Rude much...

You don't even care...