Mrs. Brown Be Lyin'

[Verse 1]
Walked in
Hoodie up
Same hallway
Kids lined up
Tryna make it through a small day
You behind that desk
Fake smile
Cold eyes
Writing little stories
Turning whispers into bold lies
You don’t listen
You just twist it
That’s your pastime
You like headlines
You like chaos in the lunch line
Calling parents like you cracked some big case
But you just bored
Tryna stir up every kid’s space
[Chorus]
Mrs. Brown be lyin’
Yeah
She talk too much (too much)
Turning kids’ pain into grown-up gossip (shh)
Playing like you care
But you live for the fuss
You lonely in that office so you drag us through the dust
Mrs. Brown be lyin’
Can’t trust that mouth (nah)
Private turned public every time you run it out
You want drama
We want peace in this town
Whole school know what it is with Mrs. Brown (hey!)
[Verse 2]
You took secrets that we shared when we were breaking down
Turned them into rumors echoing around the playground
We came to you shaking
Just hoping for a hand
You wrote it like a script
Passed it round like a plan
You say “I’m just worried
” but you love that mess
Inventing little problems when our heads already stressed
You a lonely old lady with a notebook and a frown
If you ain’t helping
Why you even stick around? (why?)
[Chorus]
Mrs. Brown be lyin’
Yeah
She talk too much (too much)
Turning kids’ pain into grown-up gossip (shh)
Playing like you care
But you live for the fuss
You lonely in that office so you drag us through the dust
Mrs. Brown be lyin’
Can’t trust that mouth (nah)
Private turned public every time you run it out
You want drama
We want peace in this town
Whole school know what it is with Mrs. Brown (Mrs. Brown)

Boom-bap drum groove with dark filtered piano loop and deep sub bass. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verses, shifting to a louder, chant-style hook with stacked gang vocals. Occasional vinyl crackle and reverse fx between lines; hook lifts with extra percussion, subtle choir pad, and drops that leave space for punchline ad-libs., drama