All they want

Intro (soft, echoed)

Yeah… what they want from me?

Chorus (melodic, haunting)

All they want from me is a way out, a wave now, a play now,

hands in my pockets when the lights come on — they stay now.

They want the face, they want the flex, they want my name to sell,

but when the bills show up, they fold, disappear like smoke, can’t tell.

All they want from me, all they want from me.

Verse 1 (half-sung, clipped)

Late calls, late nights, same faces on my line,

smiles look different when the money don’t align.

They say they for the movement, for the fam, for the dream,

then they slide through with that look like they need a scheme.

Pull up, I’m generous, but generosity got weight,

they pile on like they hungry, then they ghost on my plate.

I seen the switch flip, seen the blue ticks chase,

want my time like they own it, want my time for free, no grace.

Pre-Chorus (breathy)

I gave a piece of me — they ask for more, they ask for more,

named me in their stories but not when it’s sore.

Chorus (repeat, stacked harmonies)

All they want from me is a way out, a wave now, a play now,

hands in my pockets when the lights come on — they stay now.

They want the face, they want the flex, they want my name to sell,

but when the bills show up, they fold, disappear like smoke, can’t tell.

All they want from me, all they want from me.

Verse 2 (darker, more direct)

They want my whispers, want my dates, want my spots, want my plans,

want me soft in public and cold with the bands.

They want to borrow tomorrow, spend like it’s free,

ask for favors like obligations, forget the history.

I keep a list, quiet names, I check twice, I check twice,

some of them real, some of them poison with sweet ice.

I move with the few who stayed through the winter and heat,

those who took my back when the nights stole the street.

Bridge (sparse, intimate)

If you want me, want me for the truth, not the mirror,

want me for the phone calls when the lights get dimmer.

If you want me, show up when the carts stop rolling,

don’t clap when I’m up if you vanished while I’m folding.

Chorus (soft then loud)

All they want from me is a way out, a wave now, a play now,

hands in my pockets when the lights come on — they stay now.

They want the face, they want the flex, they want my name to sell,

but when the bills show up, they fold, disappear like smoke, can’t tell.

All they want from me, all they want from me.

Outro (fading, reflective)

I ain’t built for borrowing hearts that come with strings,

I keep the door half-closed, keep the circle small for real things.

Let them want what they want — I’ll keep what I need, quietly,

count the cost, lock the trust, save the rest for me.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro