Fuck you

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**[Intro – Low, venomous spoken word over pulsing sub and warped piano]**

Pick and poke… you ain’t getting in this bubble… nah.

**[Verse 1 – (Reprise from before, now colder, more detached)]**

I can’t say I don’t love you…

Can’t say I don’t want you, no…

But the splitting’s back and it’s eating me alive.

**[Verse 2 – New, aggressive delivery, voice raw and spitting over heavy trap drums]**

Pick and poke all you want, you ain’t getting in this bubble, nah — fuck off.

Had it your way every damn day for so long I lost count.

Feelings out on display today, bleeding in the open,

But I know one thing — you’re leaving again, that’s twisted, broken.

You claim I’m the negative one, should be shamed, head down,

My brain don’t work like yours, no — and you think I can just change it now?

**[Pre-Chorus – Tension building, hi-hats ticking like a bomb timer, guitar distortion rising]**

Hit every button you could on the way down,

Had me afraid, looking like the clown in this town.

I got it twisted, thought I was mainly crazy,

Turns out you’re the insane one — nobody ever liked you, baby.

**[Chorus – Full dramatic drop: booming 808s, layered angry vocals, dark trap energy exploding at glacial pace]**

Drop the bitch, she ain’t the one — plays those games ‘cause she’s so lame.

Excuses stacked high, but you owe her not a single one.

She’s the abusive one, keeping me around for usage,

Ain’t got a single friend to call her own — that’s the truth in the ruins.

You’re too heavy, bitch, fucking lazy — held you up so high you forgot gravity,

Now the bubble’s sealed and you’re on the outside, begging.

**[Bridge – Slow, theatrical breakdown: stripped back to haunting piano and sub, then aggressive build with rock-edged trap elements]**

I held you up so high you couldn’t hold yourself,

Too heavy, too lazy, now the weight is crashing down.

You pick and poke, but you’ll never crack this bubble,

Fuck off — I see the games, I see the trouble.

You made me the villain, painted me insane,

While you drowned in your own mess, calling my name in vain.

**[Final Chorus – Maximum aggression: vocals screaming over crushing beat, dramatic trap drops, jazz-infused chaos in the background]**

Pick and poke all you want — you ain’t getting in!

Nah, fuck off — bubble sealed, I’m done pretending.

You’re leaving again, twisted, claiming I’m the shame,

But you’re the one with no friends, playing the victim game.

Drop the bitch, she plays those games ‘cause she’s lame,

Abusive, using, heavy, lazy — now feel the flame.

I got it twisted… thought I was crazy…

But you’re the poison, baby —