Secret Agenda

[Verse 1]
You smiling in my face, huh
Sweet talk, sugar on your tongue
You pat my back, countin' favors
Eyes warm, but your heart feel numb
You always “got me,” that’s the script
But your questions come with grips
Every compliment got teeth
You ain’t for me, you here for a piece
[Chorus]
Motherfuckers play it cool
But intentions be bad
Yeah, you clap when I win
Still you hope that I crash (oh)
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
You ain’t here for my soul
You just here for the center
Motherfuckers play it cool
But your mask look thin
See the twitch in your grin
When you clock what I’m in
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
You don’t love who I am
You just love my credentials
[Verse 2]
You call me “sis,” then you switch
Turn my name to a little pitch
Turn my pain to a lil’ story
Run it back for your lil’ glory
You say “let’s build,” that’s a trap
You want blueprints, want the map
Tryna sit inside my sun
Just to shade me when you done (yeah)
[Chorus]
Motherfuckers play it cool
But intentions be bad
Yeah, you clap when I win
Still you hope that I crash (oh yeah)
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
You ain’t here for my soul
You just here for the center
Motherfuckers play it cool
But your mask look thin
See the twitch in your grin
When you clock what I’m in
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
You don’t love who I am
You just love my credentials
[Bridge]
Got my circle in a circle, keep it tight, tight
If you flinch when I’m winning, you ain’t my type
If your “love” got conditions in the fine print
Then you gone when I glow, that’s a blind hint (yeah)
I peep the pattern, I ain’t bitter, I’m awake now
If you plotting in the dark, you can stay out
I’d rather ride solo than pretend we together
I want day-one love, not a fair-weather forever
[Chorus]
Motherfuckers play it cool
But intentions be bad
Yeah, you clap when I win
Still you hope that I crash
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
You ain’t here for my soul
You just here for the center
Motherfuckers play it cool
But your mask look thin
See the twitch in your grin
When you clock what I’m in (ooh)
It’s damn near always
A secret agenda
I see through what you do
And I’m done being gentle

rap, Moody hybrid of melodic R&B and gritty hip-hop, female vocals. Sparse, swung drums and deep bass pulses under intimate keys. Verses ride a whispered, menacing pocket; hook opens with stacked harmonies and a haunting top-line. Occasional filtered ad-libs and tape delay throws on key phrases to heighten the paranoia and tension., hip hop, r&b