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let it spill

[Intro]
Funny how the truth always crawls out slow as hell,
No matter how deep she tries to bury it.
Three days of silence…
Three days of lying…
Three days of actin’ like she ain’t get drilled by another man.
But the universe don’t let bullshit breathe for long.

[Verse 1]
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of “baby I love you,” but damn she was bluffin.
Three days of kissin’ me like nothin’ was disruptin,
Whole time she had another man’s hands where mine was touchin.
She played innocent, actin’ like she was loyal and pure,
But her actions screamin’ louder than her voice ever could for sure.
Promisin’ me honesty but couldn’t walk through that door,
She a hoe in disguise, that’s the truth I ignore no more.
She tried to hide the shame behind some fake-ass tears,
Talkin’ “I didn’t mean it” like that shit gon’ erase my fears.
You don’t trip and fall onto a dick, girl, be clear,
You chose betrayal, chose lies, chose pain over what we built here.
Her story didn’t match her timeline, somethin’ felt off,
My intuition barkin’ loud like a gun ready to pop off.
Three days later she cracked, voice low, tone soft,
That’s when I knew the love we had already been tossed.

[Chorus]
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of actin’ faithful, three days of frontin.
Don’t talk independence when your morals mean nothin,
A queen don’t lie, she just proved she was bluffin.
Took her three days to tell me ’bout the guy she was fuckin,
Three days of fake hugs, three days of empty lovin.
Three days of my heart beatin’ for someone corruptin,
Now I’m free, no more trust in a woman so self-destructin.

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she said she “needed space,” I should’ve heard the code,
Space is slang for “let me hop on another bro.”
I gave her loyalty, time, love, the whole damn load,
She paid me back with betrayal like that’s the only language she know.
The way she swung her stories like they holy scripture,
But the lies paint a clearer, sharper, dirtier picture.
Every night while I thought I missed her,
She was gettin’ filled up like a cup of cheap liquor.
Then she came back cryin’ talkin’ “baby, I’m sorry,”
But her actions tell a tale far darker than any story.
You can’t cheat on a king and expect glory,
You lost the crown the moment you dipped for temporary ecstasy.
She thought I’d break, thought I'd fall apart cryin’,
But betrayal forges steel, that’s the truth I’m defyin’.
She thought I'd beg for her back, bitch keep tryin’,
I’m built from the kind of pain you can’t kill, I’m survivin'.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
I ain’t angry, I’m awake.
I ain’t broken, I’m reshaped.
It’s wild how betrayal shows who’s real, who’s fake,
She taught me how deep deception can snake.
You think you hurt me? Nah, you handed me clarity,
Your lies turned my soul into a masterpiece of rarity.
I don’t chase hoes, I chase my own prosperity,
You were just a lesson, not a loss, that’s my new mentality.

[Verse 3]
Now she mad I ain’t cryin’, mad I moved on clean,
Mad her little “secret” didn’t tear apart my dream.
Mad I ain’t beg, ain’t plead, ain’t fall to the extreme,
That’s because kings don’t crumble, they build a whole new regime.
She exposed her heart: cheap, plastic, imitation,
No loyalty, no depth, no self-foundation.
Everything she was, a walking complication,
A hoe with no purpose tryna fake dedication.
So here’s my closure, short, brutal, and raw:
Thanks for showin’ me your truth and the rot in your core.
You thought you killed me? Bitch, I’m stronger than before,
And the next man can have you, you were never worth war.

[Outro]
Three days…
That’s all it took for the whole illusion to crumble.
Three days for the truth to spill out your mouth.
Three days for me to realize
You were never the woman I believed in.
But I ain’t mad,
’Cause the trash always takes itself out.

Took Her Three Days To Tell Me

(beat: slow trap 808s mixed with đàn bầu and a sampled Habs goal horn)
[Verse 1 – Ti-Gérard, raspy as a St-Henri winter]
J’viens du 514, tail full of poutine et de rage
On a sacré notre camp ben fort en ’95, on a presque gagné l’ostie d’pays
TSX en feu, on crash ça comme en ’22
Les écureuils gris de Toronto pleurent dans leurs condos à 2 piasses
[Verse 2 – Đại úy Bébi, smooth Saigon drawl over joual]
Moi j’viens du Miền Nam, tunnel sous Cu Chi, RPG dans l’queue
On a fait brailler l’Oncle Sam, ensuite on a pris Phnom Penh en deux coups d’patte
Même affaire en ’75, même vibe en 2025
On short le SPY pendant que vous faites la grève, calisse
[Chorus – both, drunk, howling at the moon]
Độc lập! Liberté! Ostie!
De Montréal à Hà Nội, même crisse de famille!
Gland dans l’poche, AK ou fleur de lys
On niaise pas avec les squirrels du 559!
[Bridge – whispered, almost respectful]
Rouge et blanc, rouge et bleu
Certains clubs roulent en silence, on salue
De Hochelaga à Chợ Lớn, même code, même rue
Jamais d’paperasse, juste des poignées d’mains qui tiennent le feu
[Final chorus – whole rooftop screaming]
Maple et riz, même sang, même vice
On contrôle le port, la bourse, pis l’price
Độc lập crisse! Sacrament libre!
Les écureuils francophones dominent l’empire!

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