**[Intro – deadpan, mic too close]**
I don’t know why you think
I’m thinking about you.
Bas khalas—
listen.
---
**[Verse 1 – tight groove, English forward]**
I’m not angry, I’m calibrated,
You’re confusing silence with intimidation.
You swear I’m scheming, losing sleep,
I’m eating shawarma, counting beats.
You build lore from nothing I say,
I build distance and call it a day.
You think I’m lurking, watching feeds—
bro, I don’t even see you in my periphery.
Ana mish fadi la hal energy,
That’s not shade, that’s geometry.
You live rent-free in your own head,
I moved out—left the keys in it.
---
**[Pre-Chorus – Lebanese, hypnotic]**
Ma fi ghill.
Ma fi 7arb.
Bas ana faw2
hal mawdoo3.
---
**[Chorus – catchy, chantable]**
Out of range.
برا الدايرة.
You talk, I don’t engage.
You think I’m plotting—
I’m just getting paid.
Out of range.
برا الدايرة.
I live my life, you speculate.
Say “ya3ni” one more time—
watch me levitate.
---
## **🔥 SAX LEAD BREAK – “WHAT THE FUCK?” MOMENT 🔥**
**[Band drops → SAX COMES IN SOLO]**
*(sax starts clean… jazzy… then gets disrespectful)*
**[Spoken over sax, Rudy Ayoub timing]**
Ya zalameh…
مين جاب الساكس؟
(miin jeb el sax?)
*(sax bends, goes feral)*
**[Crowd call – vocalist]**
YA3NI?!
**[Crowd response]**
YA3NI!!!
*(sax answers the chant like it’s roasting everyone)*
**[Spoken, laughing]**
Wallah mish mazbout…
Bas kteer 7elo.
*(sax peaks, band SLAMS back in)*
---
**[Verse 2 – heavier, swagger]**
You still think this is about you?
That’s adorable, honestly.
I don’t do subs, I don’t do threads,
I do momentum and autonomy.
You want beef, I want silence.
You want clout, I want balance.
You want drama for content—
I want nights like this, unplanned.
Ana mish dodak.
Ana mish ma3ak.
Ana mish hon aslan.
You’re arguing with shadows
while I’m already gone.
---
**[Pre-Chorus 2 – English, cold]**
If I said what I really think,
yeah, it’d get me canceled.
So I let the sax say it
and pretend it was accidental.
---
**[Final Chorus – bigger, weirder]**
Out of range.
برا الدايرة.
This got strange—and that’s the point.
You want relevance, want reactions—
I want moments you can’t avoid.
Out of range.
برا الدايرة.
Say it loud, say it proud.
I don’t think about you—
you just thought I did.
Wow.
---
**[Outro – spoken, satisfied]**
Yeah.
That part was for us.
If you got it—you got it.
If not…
ya3ni.
*(sax squeaks one last note, lights out)*
extra_unbearable
