Don’t Need You

Yeah…

I see everything.

I just don’t react to shit that don’t matter.

I pay my own bills, fuck opinions and rent-free men,

He think he the prize—nah, I let him win.

Boot heel heavy when I walk out pissed,

Red wine lips, don’t beg, don’t miss.

I grew up tough, ain’t shit come easy,

If I cry once, trust me, it don’t weaken me.

He like how I move, like how I talk real slick,

Till I remind his ass I don’t need his dick.

I don’t text twice, don’t explain shit,

If I go quiet, baby, that’s it.

I can love you hard, I can leave you fast,

I don’t slam doors—I just ghost your ass.

I don’t need you, I want you—learn the line,

I was fine before you, I’ll be fine next time.

I don’t beg, don’t chase, don’t stay where I’m bored,

Say the wrong thing, I’m already at the door.

Country mouth with a filthy tone,

I’m loyal as fuck but I’m better alone.

I don’t need you, don’t confuse the two—

I choose you today, I can un-choose you too.

Yeah, I’m calm but I’m calculated,

You mistake my silence, you get terminated.

I don’t yell, don’t fight, I detach and go,

Leave you spiralin’ while I stay composed.

He say I’m intimidating—good, that’s facts,

I ain’t built for men who need their ego packed.

I don’t fix grown men, I don’t raise sons,

If you can’t keep up, you ain’t the one.

I fuck with ambition, respect, and drive,

Not side texts, secrets, or half-assed lies.

And that cheap-ass hoe you think I don’t know?

Baby, I been knew—she just easy, though.

She can have your nights, she can have your lies,

I don’t compete with girls who don’t know their price.

If she want leftovers, she can take that seat,

I don’t beef with bitches—I replace ‘em in peace.

I don’t need you, I want you—say it right,

I don’t lose sleep over lonely nights.

I don’t beg, don’t chase, don’t shrink my flame,

If you fuck it up, that’s your shame.

Country soul with an urban curse,

I cut men loose and my life gets better first.

I don’t need you, don’t confuse the two—

I chose you once, I can un-choose you too.

I don’t stalk.

I don’t scream.

I don’t warn women I outgrew.

If she want him?

She can keep the version I’m done with.

I don’t need you, I want you—feel the threat,

I don’t cry over men, I collect my respect.

You don’t complete me, don’t flatter yourself,

I was whole as fuck before anybody else.

Boots in the dirt, spine made steel,

I don’t bluff, I don’t bend, I don’t kneel.

I don’t need you—make it crystal clear,

I’ll leave you and her both right fuckin’ here.

Yeah…

I don’t chase men.

And I damn sure don’t chase bitches.