[Intro]
(808 breathing) Yeah — Insecure? Ha.
Light piano stab. Tight hi-hats. Let’s go.
[Verse 1]
Left me on read the night you flew home, blackout—no reply,
You posted sunset smiles while I watched our year run dry.
Called me clingy — you walked out with my hoodie on your floor,
Said I begged for attention — you begged for exits, locked the door.
Deleted my pics at 2AM, left my number in your trash,
Told my friends I’m dramatic — you rehearsed your own cold act.
“You’re insecure,” you said, like that’s the sermon, that’s the script,
But you ghosted like a phantom, pocketed my trust and dipped.
Triplet snap: check the math — left me at the gate, late flight,
Stole my timeline, stole my nights, then lied I wasn’t right.
Internal rhyme, multiply: petty petty, petty petty, petty crime,
You chalked up all your faults to me — now watch me spend my time.
[Chorus]
You called me insecure — now I’m insured, for sure (ha!)
Left me on read that night you flew, check the score (watch me)
Said I was too much — so I leveled up, closed the door (insured)
[Verse 2]
Tight cadence: you said I needed fixing, I tuned the engine up,
Bought back my peace, flipped your script, sippin’ truth from my cup.
Remember when you laughed at my dreams, then cashed in on the doubt?
Now your DMs full of “what ifs” while I run the route.
You bragged about your cold composure — cracked when lights came on,
Ran your mouth about my patience — you were the one who’s gone.
You used “too much” like it’s a lash — I made it a campaign,
Packed my scars into my art, sold the pain, collected gain.
Multi-syllable: hemorrhage to leverage, I turned the page,
From insecure to insured — watch me own this stage.
Punchline quick: you left with my charger and my last receipt,
I powered up, sent one text: “New me — delete.” (ha)
[Chorus]
You called me insecure — now I’m insured, for sure (ha!)
Left me on read that night you flew, check the score (watch me)
Said I was too much — so I leveled up, closed the door (insured)
[Bridge]
Cold-blood payoff: receipts on receipts — flight logs, seen at 3AM,
You ghosted Thanksgiving, ate my portion of the plan, then blamed the gem.
One-two evidence: you left with my coat, my keys, my last goodbye,
Mic-drop: I kept the memory, sold the sorrow — bought my sky.
Final sting: called me the problem — you were the plot twist, the fraud,
I write checks with my comeback — you just write excuses in the fog.
[Chorus x2]
You called me insecure — now I’m insured, for sure (ha!)
Left me on read that night you flew, check the score (watch me)
Said I was too much — so I leveled up, closed the door (insured)
[Outro]
(Ad-libs) Watch me. Insured. Ha. Watch me.
Piano fades, 808 hums out. Silence then a single closed snare — click.
