Yeah… nah.

Watch this.

You type like you’re ten foot, thumbs on fire,

Little screen king, big fragile empire.

“U up?” at midnight — cheers for the effort,

I’m up, alright, just not for that circus.

You want a reaction, a crack in my calm,

I’ve got both hands on the wheel, no alarm.

Read it. Leave it. Let it sit in the blue,

I don’t do panic, I don’t do you.

Tsk — that tone.

Ha — that spin.

You talk in circles, I don’t step in.

Click — that switch.

Gone — that thread.

Say it with your chest, or say it in your head.

Hit the mute button — clean, no drama,

You can’t sweet-talk round bad manners, mate.

I’m not your maybe, not your karma,

I’m the calm that closes gates.

Mute button.

Mute button.

Now watch me live my Friday.

You love the chase but hate the mirror,

Hate when I’m sharper, hate when I’m clearer.

All your “just joking” jokes land heavy,

Like cheap aftershave and empty confetti.

My girls in the group chat, tea running hot,

They’ve seen this film and the ending’s not.

You wanted access, you got a lesson,

I don’t do free trials for bad intentions.

Ding — new message.

No — new me.

You don’t get a seat just ‘cause you breathe.

I’m not mean, I’m precise,

I’m polite with a price.

Try that again?

Alright.

Pay it.

Hit the mute button — clean, no drama,

You can’t charm your way past basic respect.

I’m not your loophole, not your “after”,

I’m the line you don’t collect.

Mute button.

Mute button.

Done. Next.