Crybaby on Read

[Intro] (Instrumental – 4 bars)

Phone buzz → text sound → synth lead in.

(Spoken-sung, mid-register, sassy)

You had your chance, (pause) and you blew it slow

Said, “I’m not like the other guys” — bro.

Now you’re typing… but I left you on read

While I’m out here lookin’ hot instead.

Used to cry when you ghosted, (beat)

Now I post and you’re roasted.

Thought you broke me? That’s cute —

I upgraded. You reboot?

(Builds tension, melodic phrasing, add backup echo)

I ain’t mad, just marvelous.

Look at me — I’m the glow-up, trust.

Now you’re sad and kinda lost...

Textin’ me like “Hey... what’s up?”

(Full voice, melodic bounce, backing vocals hit “crybaby”)

Crybaby, crybaby, checkin' my feed,

Hopin’ I’ll miss you — dream on, please.

You’re screenshot sad, I’m living free,

You fumbled the bag, now you can’t reach me.

Crybaby, crybaby, seen at 2:03 —

You’re a “what if,” I’m the “you’ll never be.”

Left your tears on read and cleared the thread,

Crybaby, you lost me — enough said.

(More melodic than V1, vocal smirks on punchlines)

Used to save your pics like they were art,

Now I crop you out — pixel by heart.

You playin’ games? I leveled up.

You're still stuck. I’m starstruck — with myself.

(Repeat or vary slightly)

I ain’t mad, just marvelous.

Look at me — I’m the glow-up, trust.

Now you’re sad and kinda lost...

Textin’ me like “Hey... what’s up?”

(Add harmonies, bigger energy)

Crybaby, crybaby, checkin' my feed,

Hopin’ I’ll miss you — dream on, please.

You’re screenshot sad, I’m living free,

You fumbled the bag, now you can’t reach me.

Crybaby, crybaby, seen at 2:03 —

You’re a “what if,” I’m the “you’ll never be.”

Left your tears on read and cleared the thread,

Crybaby, you lost me — enough said.

(Soft music underneath, voicemail-style filter)

You could’ve had me…

But you needed to “find yourself.”

Well congrats, you’re single —

Now go find someone else.

(Layered vocals, harmonies, background echoes)

Crybaby, crybaby, look at you now,

In my DMs with a broken crown.

I’m on a plane, I’m on a stage,

You’re in your room, still stuck on my page.

Crybaby, crybaby, I’m VIP —

You lost the best, now watch me be ME.

Left your love on read, thread’s dead —

Crybaby, bye-bye — enough said.

(Beat fades out, sassy tone)

“This message has been left on read… permanently.”