Stupid by extra_unbearable - Zona

Stupid by extra_unbearable - Zona

Lyrics

\[intro]

i rehearse a fight i never threw

sharpen comebacks i never used

miss high-gloss secrets—lady secretina

wears your outline, none of your truth

\[verse 1]

you sip attention like it’s vintage wine

must be nice to orbit ‘round your own spotlight

i watched your copycat in borrowed shoes

had your silhouette, none of your moves

and yeah, i’ve tripped on every red flag strip

but i still clock the trap before it snaps my wrist

\[pre-chorus]

am i really buying all this spin?

the room revolves, i’m getting winded

you twirl the story like a key on a ring

i’m not impressed—just dizzy from the string

\[chorus]

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

i catch the loop the second you do it

you talk in circles; i map the maze

i may stumble, but i clock your plays

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

you sell the lie; i see right through it

give me silence over your applause

i won’t be tricked into your cause

\[verse 2]

i drafted daggers i never launched

tongue-tied arsonist, pockets full of sparks

my friends—i lose their faces in the glare

they lose their reasons to keep me there

and when you wink, the crowd obeys

i’m on the edge, counting the ways

\[pre-chorus]

is he really falling for that grin?

maybe i am, but not again

you spin the room, i find the seam

pull that thread and split the scheme

\[chorus]

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

i catch the loop the second you do it

you talk in circles; i map the maze

i may stumble, but i clock your plays

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

you sell the lie; i see right through it

give me silence over your applause

i won’t be drafted for your cause

\[bridge]

call me gullible, call me late

but i annotate the bait

glass-house queen with a borrowed crown

i keep my stones; i write it down

every slight, every spin

every “almost” violin

paper trail to prove the ruse—

file it under “never again”

\[breakdown]

not your mark / not your script

not your orbit / won’t commit

if i’m the fool, i pick the part—

i’ll clown you with a conscious heart

\[final chorus]

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

i catch the loop the second you do it

you talk in circles; i map the maze

i may stumble, but i clock your plays

i might be dumb—but i’m not stupid

you sell the lie; i see right through it

keep your spotlight, keep your throne

i keep my spine and walk alone

\[outro]

i rehearse a fight i never threw

and finally learn to walk past you