You slide in talking sweet like you own the night Thinking your smooth lines gonna make me ignite But I’m no playground for your tired old games Your empty words just go up in flames Whispers in my DMs won’t change my mind I’m done playing nice, I’m leaving you behind You had your chance to step up or step down Now watch me reclaim my crown My vibe is no, my style is no, my world is no (uh-uh) You think you’ll get me? Boy, you got it all wrong Don’t text me “Sorry,” don’t call me “Baby” Back off, boy, I’ve got better things maybe Your compliments land soft but hit too late I’m rising higher while you’re trapped in your charade No glamour in your empty masquerade I shine alone —I don’t need your parade Late-night calls and borrowed flirtation Can’t break my guard or my dedication To self-respect and a voice that’s free Your approval’s gone— I’m all I need My vibe is no, my style is no, my world is no (uh-uh) You think you’ll get me? Boy, you got it all wrong Don’t text me “Sorry,” don’t call me “Baby” Back off, boy, I’ve got better things maybe I’m not your option, not your fallback plan I’m walking tall with my own masterbrand If you can’t handle this fierce independence Then step away— no more your interference My vibe is no, my style is no, my world is no (uh-uh) You think you’ll get me? Boy, you got it all wrong Don’t text me “Sorry,” don’t call me “Baby” Back off, boy, I’ve got better things maybe
