**[Intro – spoken, flat]**
If I remember right—
you were **dead fucking wrong**.
Let’s clear that up.
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**[Verse 1]**
We don’t need to start again
from where we left off.
I already know how that ends—
with you taking and me paying it off.
You talk big, make plans, shake hands,
never lift when it’s time to move.
I’ve done worse, yeah I admit it,
but I never hid behind a crew.
I gave grace where it wasn’t earned,
called it patience, called it growth.
Truth is I outgrew the room
while you stayed comfortable being close.
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**[Pre-Chorus]**
If I remember right,
you were dead fucking wrong.
And I’m done pretending
we were ever on the same song.
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**[Chorus]**
Fuck all your plans, go ahead—call your mans.
Might as well call an ambulance.
I’ll break you down, I’ll take you out—
you never really had a chance.
Call an Uber, you drunk bitch,
you’ve said enough, you’re done here.
No safe place, no second take—
this is where I disappear.
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**[Verse 2]**
You mistook access for loyalty,
confused proximity with respect.
Thought my silence meant permission—
nah, I was just taking notes.
You leech confidence, sell panic,
dress it up like strategy.
Every “we” you ever preached
was just you hiding behind me.
You say cope, say heal, say wait,
like I owe you something clean.
I don’t float with dead weight—
I cut lines and let it sink.
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**[Chorus]**
Fuck all your plans, go ahead—call your mans.
Might as well call an ambulance.
You run your mouth, I shut it down—
this outcome’s not an accident.
Call an Uber, you drunk bitch,
you wore out every excuse.
If I remember right—
yeah, you were dead fucking wrong too.
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**[Bridge – spoken, venomous]**
This isn’t anger.
It’s subtraction.
I didn’t lose people—
I lost problems.
You don’t haunt me.
You don’t matter.
You’re just noise
that finally stopped.
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**[Final Chorus]**
No safe place where I land,
but I don’t need one to stand.
I don’t save seats, don’t send invites,
don’t reach back with shaking hands.
You wanted in without the work,
wanted credit without the cost.
If I remember right—
you were dead fucking wrong.
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**[Outro – quiet, final]**
Don’t follow me.
You wouldn’t keep up anyway.
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