Title: “Short Story” (Intro – smooth R&B vibe) Yeah… You talk big game in the group chat, huh But the truth don’t lie when the lights turn off (Verse 1 – Hip Hop) You steady flexin’ like you king of the throne But every queen you touch be checkin’ her phone Talkin’ ‘bout you savage, say you put it down But she don’t make a sound when you come around Got a loud mouth, but you lackin’ the proof Big ego, little package of truth You be cappin’ to the homies like you run the town Whole time she be sayin’, “Boy, slow down” Tryna act grown, but you barely a snack She need a full meal, you a tic-tac All that frontin’, all that tough guy chatter When it’s time to perform, you just don’t matter (Pre-Chorus – R&B) She need rhythm, need skill, need patience Not a minute-man full of frustration You can’t find the vibe, can’t follow direction Missin’ every spot like you dodgin’ connection (Chorus – Melodic) You a short story, baby, no climax Talk a whole novel but you can’t write facts She need fireworks, you a little spark Can’t swim in the ocean, you scared of the dark You can’t eat right, can’t read the signs She need passion, you press rewind All that hype but you don’t deliver Cold performance, don’t make her shiver (Verse 2 – Hip Hop) You said you got moves, said you got heat But you lost in the sheets, can’t handle the beat No stamina, no plan, no aim Just embarrassed silence and a whole lotta shame She be givin’ you hints, tryna guide your hand But you don’t understand, you don’t understand It ain’t ‘bout size, it’s about how you rock it But you ain’t even tryin’, you just misplace the socket Confidence loud but your skills real low Can’t make it rain if you don’t let it flow She deserve a chef, not a microwave snack Five-star service, you a coupon pack (Bridge – Smooth, sarcastic) Ooooh, you thought you was him But the lights came on and it got real dim Ooooh, you thought you was grown But she left you read and went back home (Final Chorus – Big finish) You a short story, no sequel planned Can’t hold attention, can’t understand She need rhythm, soul, finesse Not a two-minute drill and a whole lotta stress All that bark but you don’t bite Can’t put in work, can’t do it right Next time talk less, learn the art ‘Cause real kings know how to play their part.