Released on December 19, 2025

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Intro / Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

You played all your moves, man, I played it all so cool

Just look me in my eyes and tell me we cool

Tell me how you doin'

Seeing that look on your face, knew you wouldn't do it

See it in your face, I knew you wasn’t gon’ do it

Screwed up my course, my money long, it's enormous

Light it up like Solis

You wasn't real, not enough for me

She feels the need to kill to keep them from me

Won't feel low-key when it's just you and me

I'ma just keep pourin' my heart like it's concrete

Low-key, they hate, cause they just wanna be me

I'm not gon' lie, girl, I'm gon' keep it P

Feel like she reoccurs in twos like she's fluorine

I'ma keep it real with you, life without you is boring

Chorus / Hook

Prod. Emerald:

I need you, baby, I need you

Needs, baby, baby, I need you

I need you, baby, more than just needs

Why you actin' like you was never cool with me

Why you actin' like you was never cool with me

Why you actin' like you's never cool with me

Verse 2

Prod. Emerald:

Keepin' it cool, I'm on my high rise, she in my pool

She want love, but I told her, baby, I'm not no fool

But I'm smarter, and she already graduated school

She wanna flex that money like I didn't buy her those jewels

Turn me to a villain, like my name is Ra's al Ghul

Don't wanna show my face like I'm tool

Pre-Chorus / Refrain

Prod. Emerald:

Man, she's actin' like she need me

Man, she's actin' like she need me

Man, she's actin' like she need me

Man, she's actin' like she need me

Screwed up my chorus, my money long, it's enormous

Light it up like Solis

You wasn't real, not enough for me

She feels the need to kill to keep them from me

Won't feel low-key when it's just you and me

I'ma just keep pourin' my heart like it's concrete

Low-key, they hate, cause they just wanna be me

I'm not gon' lie, girl, I'm gon' keep it P

Acting like she need me

Acting like she need me

Outro / Narration

Narrator:

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain