“Yeah, run away!

Everybody always runs away!

…Ugh. Whatever. I’m over it.”

“…I’m not over it.”

"Gribba‑zabba flibba‑jibba"

Boy stompin’ off, coat half on, lookin’ back like I’m wildin’.

I’m standin’ there tiny as hell, heartbeat loud, breath stylin’.

Yeah… another night, another meltdown.

Another dude who couldn’t hear me till I yelled out.

Skritta‑britta pitta‑witta "Mankey!"

I’m five‑foot‑nothin’, tryna order at the bar,

Bartender lookin’ past me like I’m not even there, by far.

I’m tappin’ on his elbow like, “Hey—hello—down here?”

But he’s talkin’ to some dude like I straight disappeared.

So I raise my voice a notch, just a teeny little shout—

And suddenly the whole damn room wanna freak out.

I’m not crazy, babe, I’m just tired of the fade‑out.

If you heard me the first time, I wouldn’t have to ape out.

Gribba‑zabba flibba‑jibba Mankey!

Skritta‑britta pitta‑witta Mankey!

Hukka‑lukka zukka‑dukka Mankey!

Ooh‑ooh ah‑ah… "yeah, run away!"… "Mankey!"

*…oh wow, sorry—*

Didn’t even catch what I said, I was that mad.

Swear I’m not like that, swear I’m not that bad.

I get loud when I feel invisible,

Then I’m back to small, all pitiful.

Back to quiet, back to minimal,

Back to harmless, back to typical,

Back to me…

Back to me…

...

Look… I don’t wanna snap, I don’t wanna scream,

I just wanna be seen — is that really extreme?

Every time I get close, I glitch like a wire,

Tryna speak soft, but the world lights the fire.

I hate that I do this, hate how it feels,

Hate how I’m alone after every ordeal.

I’m not tryna scare nobody, I’m just tryna be heard,

But they only pay attention when I lose all my words…

Gribba‑zabba flibba‑jibba Mankey!

Skritta‑britta pitta‑witta Mankey!

Hukka‑lukka zukka‑dukka Mankey!

*…oh wow, sorry— *

Didn’t even catch what I said, I was that mad.

Swear I’m not like that, swear I’m not that bad.

I get loud when I feel invisible,

Then I’m back to small, all pitiful.

Back to quiet, back to minimal,

Back to harmless, back to typical,

Back to *meek*, back to trivial,

Back to soft, back to literal

Back to me…

Back to me…

....

Then you walk in — tall, calm, eyes steady,

Lookin’ at my chaos like “girl, I been ready.”

You don’t flinch when I flare, don’t run when I spark,

You just nod like, “Yeah, passion got bite, that’s art.”

You hear my soft voice first — not the meltdown after,

You say, “You ain’t too much, they just ain’t your chapter.”

You ain’t a Mankey, babe — you a whole Prime-ape,

Evolved enough to handle all the fire I make.

Maybe I ain’t broken… maybe I’m bright.

Maybe I just needed someone built right.

Someone who don’t shrink when my feelings get loud,

Someone who sees the art — not the crowd.

Gribba‑zabba flibba‑jibba Mankey!

*…oh wow, sorry—*

Didn’t even catch what I said, I was that mad.

Swear I’m not like that, swear I’m not that bad.

Skritta‑britta pitta‑witta Mankey!

Hukka‑lukka zukka‑dukka Mankey!

Zigga‑wigga bligga‑migga Mankey!

Kritta‑fritta ditta‑ritta Mankey!

Mukka‑dukka rukka‑tukka Mankey!