She's so fake

Lyrics

[Intro - sly finger-snap beat, breathy spoken-word female vocal with a smirk]

Yeah, I see you, honey… bless your heart.

[Verse 1 - mid-tempo trap-soul groove, crisp 808s, sarcastic half-sung delivery]

You walk in with that dollar-store grin,
talkin’ down like you hold the pen,
droppin’ comments you think are profound
while the room just stares at the ceiling fan sound.
You bought him another useless piece of shit, it ain't gonna work,it won’t make him care,
left me empty-handed like I ain’t even there,
smile so wide like you pulled off the heist—
girl, I been readin’ your script all night.

[Pre-Chorus - rising strings, light clap pattern, voice gets sweeter]

Every time you “forget” my name,
I just curtsy and play the game,
“Aw, you’re so thoughtful,” I coo real slow,
watchin’ you trip on the crumbs you throw.

[Chorus - full beat drop, punchy bass, sassy layered harmonies]

Bless your heart, you think you’re slick,
try buyin’ his silence with that plastic click,
I see the strings, I see the script,
but I smile wider while you trip.
You’re playin’ checkers, Bitch I play chess and I’m three moves deep,
condescendin’ in my Sunday-best, I could do it in my sleep,
call me dumb while you choke on your pride—
honey, I already won, and you still can’t hide.

[Verse 2 - beat strips to rim-shot and finger snaps, spoken-sung, extra attitude]

He opened your gift, gave that polite little nod,
later whispered, “What the hell is this, what made her think I wanted a fishing rod?”
You brag ’bout your wisdom like it’s top shelf,
but the only thing sharp is the knife in yourself.
I thank you so sweetly it stings like a bee,
“Next time, remember—there’s two of us, see?”
You laugh like you won, but the math don’t lie:
zero for me, yeah right, nice try. still zero for you—bye.

[Bridge - half-time, distant reverb guitar, almost tender then snaps back]

I could drag you, but that’s too easy,
instead I serve kindness with a twist so breezy,
“Girl, you’re a genius,” I say with a wink,
watch confusion bloom while you over-think.

[Final Chorus - bigger drums, ad-libs stacking, triumphant energy]

Bless your heart, you thought you were clever,
I'll play dumb, I think it's really funny—but know this, we’re done forever.
Keep your lies and your nasty chunky applause,
I’m the winner who never has to pause.
You’re the fake one, I’m the plot twist,
condescendin’ while you still miss,
I see right through every little trick—
honey, keep tryin’… bless your heart, you basic bitch.