Still That Girl

Thirty-five. Still that girl. Still that girl. Still that girl.

Built my life. Built my world. Built my world. Built my world.

He twenty-four with that pretty little smile,

Talk real smooth, said I’m different, said I’m wild.

He said I’m rare. He said I glow.

He said he never felt this before.

I made you lit. I made you him.

Now you outside acting slim.

I made you lit.

I made you him.

Now you outside

Acting like you built this win.

I paid the trips. I set the vibe.

Late night hands on my waistline.

I gave you game. I gave you sauce.

Now you moving like a boss.

But let’s be real. Let’s be clear.

You couldn’t handle grown-up here.

You wanted cute. You wanted fun.

Not a woman who already won.

Your loss. Not mine.

Your loss. Not mine.

I’m rare. I shine.

I don’t decline.

Say it louder —

Your loss. Not mine.

Was I love or just your phase?

Just a glow-up in your days?

I built the throne you sitting on.

Don’t forget who put you on.

You don’t miss my body.

You miss my level.

You don’t miss me.

You miss the upgrade.

Thirty-five and still elite.

Soft voice. Heavy feet.

I don’t chase. I replace.

I don’t beg. I elevate.

Repeat it —

I don’t chase. I replace.

I don’t beg. I elevate.

You wanted young for a moment.

You lost grown for a lifetime.

You wanted cute for the timeline.

You lost real for the lifetime.

Your loss. Not mine.

Your loss. Not mine.

Still that girl.

Still that girl.

Still that girl.