Speck In My Star

[Verse 1]
You think you’re making me feel a way
Act like you built my day
All I see is how little you are
Tiny voice in a crowded bar
To this big big world you’re small
You don’t move shit at all
You’re just a speck in my star
Name don’t travel that far (nah)
[Chorus]
You think you’re making me feel a way
You really think I’m pressed like that? (pressed like that)
All I see is dust in space
Floating in my glow, that’s facts
You so down bad, I see it clear
Thought you had a hold on me
You think I’m giving in, but hear—
I ain’t ever beg, I’m free (I’m free)
[Verse 2]
You talk big, lips loose, that’s wild
Screenshots saved, got files
You spin tales, I just scroll
You chase highs, I chase goals
You wanna haunt me, I don’t scare
I’ve been done, I’m not there
You’re just a spec in my star
Old scene in a burned-out car
[Chorus]
You think you’re making me feel a way
You really think I’m pressed like that? (pressed like that)
All I see is dust in space
Floating in my glow, that’s facts
You so down bad, I see it clear
Thought you had a hold on me
You think I’m giving in, but hear—
I ain’t ever beg, I’m free (I’m free)

rap, Minimalist trap beat with dark, spacey pads and tight, skittering hats; verses spit in a cold, unbothered cadence, plenty of negative space between lines. Chorus widens with stacked, slightly detuned harmonies and a sub that swells on the downbeat. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs answer the main female vocals for a taunting call-and-response energy., world