\[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