**[Intro – clipped, smug]**
Yeah.
Weird crowd.
Right cadence.
If you get it, you get it.
If you don’t—keep scrolling.
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**[Verse 1 – fast, locked-in cadence]**
Breakdown, turnaround, I ain’t coming back
Same tone, same steps, different aftermath
Dunno why I’m the only one who sees through
All the dumb shit you promised me would recede soon
Stabbed in the back, now I got nothing to say
I’m gone now, won’t even read it anyway
Every time you text, yeah it’s straight to deleted
Same flow, same burn, guess you finally see it
Didn’t wanna go but you boxed me in
Now I’m cutting loose like oxygen
Tryna forget the sound of your voice
Like corrupted saves, no restore choice
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**[Pre-Chorus – mirrored rhythm]**
Same cadence, different scar
Same words, different bar
If you caught that—good
If not, that’s on you, not art
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**[Chorus – “Deleted” cadence, flipped]**
I’m gone now
Won’t even read it
Every message you send
Yeah it’s straight to *deleted*
Didn’t wanna leave but you forced my hand
Now I’m Thanos-snapping conversations—*damn*
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**[Verse 2 – switch, “Touchdown Turnaround” energy]**
Touchdown, turnaround, never see you around
Anywhere anymore, like lost-and-found
You were what I was looking for
Now you’re just a name I ignore
Little league ’93 taught me how to take defeat
Good thing love got no mercy rule, I’d be obsolete
Hit the ground, look around, but you’re nowhere near
Accept my loss, head back to the mound—career
Same cadence, different trauma
Same pitch, new drama
If you caught the overlap
Congratulations, welcome to the genre
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**[Bridge – half-spoken, cocky]**
Yeah, I referenced that.
Yeah, I know you noticed.
This song’s not for everyone—
That’s the fuckin’ point.
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**[Verse 3 – Rap God speed, pop-culture pileup]**
I’m mad and everybody knows it
Like early Eminem when he sharpened his focus
Nostalgia overload, rewinding the pain
Scratched CDs, same hook, different brain
You’re buffering like dial-up tones
I’m already gone, airplane mode
Same cadence echoing back at me
Like “wait—that’s *that*”—yeah, exactly
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**[Final Chorus – blended cadence, triumphant]**
Breakdown, turnaround, I ain’t coming back
Touchdown, turnaround, I’m off the map
I’m gone now, won’t even read it
Same rhythm, same scar—*deleted*
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**[Outro – abrupt, dismissive]**
If you understood that reference,
This one’s for you.
If you didn’t—
fuck off
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