Second Fiddle
bedroom pop, cloud rap, electro-funk, neo-soul, intimate close-mic vocals, rhythmic sing speak delivery, falsetto accents, stacked harmonies, subtle beatboxing textures, call and response backing vocals, strummed acoustic guitar, synth bass groove, handclaps, punchy drum kit, subtle record scratching, subtle glitch effects, micro edited arrangements, clean modern pop low end, airy high frequencies, polished DIY indie pop sensibility, wide stereo imaging, subtle saturation, restrained dynamic movement, playful kinetic groove, quirky upbeat energy, danceable indie pop feel
Second Fiddle
bedroom pop, cloud rap, electro-funk, neo-soul, intimate close-mic vocals, rhythmic sing speak delivery, falsetto accents, stacked harmonies, subtle beatboxing textures, call and response backing vocals, strummed acoustic guitar, synth bass groove, handclaps, punchy drum kit, subtle record scratching, subtle glitch effects, micro edited arrangements, clean modern pop low end, airy high frequencies, polished DIY indie pop sensibility, wide stereo imaging, subtle saturation, restrained dynamic movement, playful kinetic groove, quirky upbeat energy, danceable indie pop feel
Lyrics
(One, two) hey
(Huh) y'all hear that?
(Tsk tsk) mm
(Ooh) here we go
Let me tell you, daddy, I ain't gon' sit here and grieve
Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave
I stood your foolishness long enough
So right now I'm gon' call your bluff
You drift in grinnin', talkin' neat
Boy, ain't it wild how lies got feet?
This my room, my air, my ease
You won't keep me weak just to please
No, I ain't your spare, your maybe thing
I came in lead, and I still sing
(Ah) sure do
(Mm-hmm) watch me
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
Not one beat
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
I'm used to playin' lead
Lead, baby, lead
Lead, baby, lead
(Hey) get up
(Ooh) that's me
You must think that I am blind
You've been cheatin' me all the time
Thought I wouldn't clock that scene?
Boy, what kind of game you mean?
I called to your house the other night
Caught you and your good girl havin' a fight
Whoa yeah, you still flirt
And you'll notice I ain't hurt
Did you think I'd miss that fuss?
Now you're stuck explainin' us
You looked slick till the room got quiet
Now that grin can't start no riot
(Ooh wee) too slow
(Ha) that's rough
(Ooh) "Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave"
(Ah) "So now I'm gonna call your bluff"
Hands up if you know your worth
Step one time, put boots in the dirt
Who leads her own parade?
I do, I do
Who quits takin' crumbs these days?
I do, I do
Clap on two, then clap on four
Let the whole floor bounce some more
(Hey) woo
(Bop bop) aye
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
Not one beat
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
I'm used to playin' lead
Lead, baby, lead
Lead, baby, lead
Ladies in the back, stamp your feet
(Hey) we lead
(Doo doo) "Ain't gonna play no second fiddle 'cause"
(Ba ba) "I'm used to playin' lead"
(Hmm) "You ain't gonna mess up with me no more"
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
I'm used to playin' lead
Second Fiddle, that ain't me
I got my own front seat
Ain't gonna play no second fiddle
Not one beat
Lead, baby, lead
Lead, baby, lead
(Na na) lead
(Ooh) lead
(Hey) lead