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[Intro – whispered over upright bass and lo-fi crackle]
It's not about her, bruh…
It’s about you.
Now listen close,
‘cause once you see it?
You can’t unsee it.

[Verse 1 – laid back, but sharp like a blade]
They told you love was loyalty,
roses, vows, monogamy.
But nature got no poetry —
just symmetry and strategy.

She don't fight like you —
no fists, no roar,
she tilts the world
and lets you open the door.

You thought you was leading?
She was steering with a smile,
subliminal queen,
been reading you all the while.

Her strength ain't force,
it's the flip of the scene.
She don't conquer —
she curates the dream.

[Hook – jazzy refrain with echo FX]
🎶 She don’t want the man who needs her — nah
She wants the man who frees her
From her own disguise…
Don’t chase the eyes — become the prize. 🎶

[Verse 2 – funk groove kicks in]
See, you made her your sun —
now your shadow long and cold.
Lost your fire try’na warm
someone else's gold.

You're the worker bee
in her garden of choice,
but queens don’t chase
the echo of your voice.

You changed your plans,
paid the price,
wrote poems,
called twice…

She ghosted you —
now you seek advice?
Homie, that’s the test
you never saw.
Compliance is a leash
wrapped in faux love’s law.

[Bridge – mellow, contemplative piano riff]
Don't get bitter — get wise.
She ain’t evil, just optimized.
The game ain’t fair,
but it is revealed
to those who learn
and never yield.

[Verse 3 – voice firm, soulful resolve]
Every simp’s a volunteer,
not a victim of fate.
They sold you devotion,
but the fine print was bait.

You thought she’d stay
‘cause you gave your soul,
but she’s wired to trade
status for control.

Don't resent her dance —
just change your shoes.
Set your tempo,
you get to choose.

[Outro – horns swell, voice calm like a prophet]
Women ain’t the chains,
it’s your own illusion.
Break the mirror,
end the confusion.

She ain’t your prize,
your home, your end.
She’s the reflection —
you must transcend.

So stack your soul,
craft your flame,
Play your purpose,
not her game.

‘Cause the realest man?
He don’t seek to win her.
He becomes so whole —
no one can spin her.

🎶 [End – whispered fade out]
“It’s not about her…
it’s about you…”