You ain't clever

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - sly jazz piano, finger-snapping groove, dry witty male rap-sing]
She slides in sideways with a sugar-coated sting
“Love that top, it hides a lot of everything or I didn't think you'd look good blonde but I'll learn to like the color”
Smiles like she handed me a crown of thorns
I nod, I grin, I let the little liar perform, her opinion isn't valid, I don't care what she thinks because all her opinions are just gift wrapped shut that stinks.
By the way, you ignorant bitch, I am a blonde, natural born.

She thinks the room is dim, her venom’s hard to trace
But every poisoned petal leaves a glowing trace
I warned her once, polite and crystal-clear
She laughed and doubled down — that’s when the fun appeared

[Pre-Chorus - tension build, brushed drums, rising harmonies]
She keeps swinging plastic knives, calling it a flex
Doesn’t notice every swing just shows her neck

[Chorus - bright brass stab, full band swing, sassy stacked vocals]
Oh honey, bless your heart and your tiny little scheme
You thought you’d dim my light, but you’re the one who gleams
Your backhand’s so see-through, it’s basically a scream
You wanted me to crumble — now watch me live the dream
I clocked you at hello, I knew your every line
You’re not that clever, bitch, you’re just running out of time

[Verse 2 - tighter groove, rim-shot snare, playful ad-libs]
She tried again at brunch with “You weren't a little witch in school? or oh,your this or that, have you gained weight?”
Translation: “I can’t stand the way you can lose weight, when I'm purposely trying to make you fat”
I hit her with a compliment that cut like crystal glass
“Girl, you might be shady but you sure ain't slim, you're fake as fuck, the eyes don't lie and mine see right through you"

She still believes she’s winning with her paper-cut attacks
While I’m just counting how many times she’ll need to backtrack
I told her I was sharper, told her I don’t fold
She heard the words but never read the story I told

[Chorus - explosive, anthemic, full band with handclaps]
Oh honey, bless your heart and your tiny little scheme
You thought you’d snuff out my light, but you’re the one who's dim it seems.
Your backhand’s so see-through, it’s basically a scream
You wanted me to crumble — now watch me live the dream
I clocked you at hello, I knew your every line
You’re not that clever, bitch, you’re just running out of time

[Bridge - half-time, lone upright bass and brushed snare, almost spoken]
I tried to draw the map, tried to spare your pride
You chose the scenic route with your ego as the guide
Now every little comment is a billboard in neon
“Caution: wicked old, bitter witch ahead, ego needs a rebuild on”

[Final Chorus - bigger, gospel-tinged backing vocals, horns shouting]
Oh honey, bless your heart, may the truth be what you find
You played a little game and left your motives underlined
I gave you every warning, you decided not to listen.
Now the mirror’s talking back and it ain’t being kind, it's funny how you thought I'd be so blind.
You don’t know who you’re facing, but you’re about to find out, I know your disgusting little secret and no doubt you want me to keep it.
I’m stronger, I’m wiser, and I never miss the shot, you don't wanna play this game, but go ahead and give it all you've got. I'm winning, you're losing that will always be the case, so sit down, shut up and get back in your place.

[Outro - fading finger snaps, last sly piano chord, spoken wink]
I win,
See you at the next brunch, sweetheart…
Try again.