Queen’s Cipher

{atmospheric synth pad with subtle vocal harmonies building tension}

Thought you was my number one,

my select But your profile show your true colors reflect Total disrespect,

now you facing a lifetime of regret 'Cause you ain't been correct,

I'm calling my brothers Don't bother,

bougie purses and flowers

With, with them never rocking sorries

Don't mind if I split it,

be out on your ass real quick Acting like a bitch,

how you feel when I flip switch?

(yeah) {sharp snare hits on the beat} I'll go

get a real one that ain't built Ain't got time for that

fuckboy guilt I'll go get a real one that ain't nothing like

you Truth be told,

we finally through (uh huh) {melodic layered ad-libs} You was claiming loyalty

but that was fake

Now I see the truth,

it was all a mistake Playing with my heart like it's a

game Now you in the past like Tina Turner's last escape I

should've listened when your ex said you was lame

Now you in the past like a no heartbreak Don't mind if

I split it, be out on your ass real quick Acting like

a bitch, how you feel when I flip switch?

{half-time feel shift}

I'll go get a real one that ain't built Ain't got time

for that fuckboy guilt I'll go get a real one that ain't

nothing like you Truth be told,

I'm out, we finally through Niggas ain't shit but hoes and tricks

I might stop playing flick I'll be out bringing out that dick

I'm done with your pure disrespect

(ooh) {build to drop} {atmospheric

synth fade with lingering vocal echoes

and beat decay}