[Intro] I don’t argue with delusion That’s pollution Save my breath Like it’s gold, that’s the conclusion (yeah) [Verse 1] Talkin’ in circles again You flexin’ on facts, I’m allergic to pretend You married your myth, put a ring on a lie I’m not breakin’ that home, I just step to the side You postin’ big threads, I’m pullin’ receipts You changin’ the story each time you repeat I’m changin’ the room when I walk in, queen You changin’ your mind just to keep that dream [Chorus] I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination (nah) You keep fightin’ for a fantasy sequel I’m too real for that situation (too real) You wanna wrestle with your own reflection I won’t stand in that conversation I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination [Verse 2] You sayin’ you won, but the score don’t match You call it intuition when it’s fear you patch I call it projection, you call it “my truth” You dress up denial like designer proof You mad at the world, I’m just mindin’ my bag You throwin’ out smoke, I’m allergic to that I cut off the call when you shift to a script You ask why I’m gone? ’Cause reality switched [Chorus] I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination (you can’t) You keep fightin’ for a fantasy sequel I’m too real for that situation You wanna wrestle with your own reflection I won’t stand in that conversation (nope) I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination [Bridge] Go build your castle on clouds Go crown yourself in that crowd I’ll be over here, on the ground Quiet wins, still loud (still loud) [Chorus] I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination You keep fightin’ for a fantasy sequel I’m too real for that situation You wanna wrestle with your own reflection I won’t stand in that conversation (nah) I don’t argue with delusional people You can’t reason with imagination (imagination)

rap, Hard-hitting hip hop with minimalist trap drums, sub-heavy bass, and eerie bell motifs; female vocals in a cool, unimpressed pocket. Verses clipped and conversational, lots of negative space. Hook opens wider with stacked doubles and subtle call-and-response ad-libs. Final chorus pushes aggression with tighter hi-hats and extra backing layers for a defiant, triumphant feel., hip hop

You Can’t Reason With Imagination