After a couple of weeks of promising. Finally Brynn Morran made her next song. We hope you can enjoy it boss. Want to see the music video? Check out the youtube link. Want to help my spotify game? Link is there.more

You call yourself a king, how cute Crowning yourself in borrowed suits Telling girls they’re “heaven-sent” Like you invented compliments You keep score like it’s a game But I don’t even save your name You were the hunt, I was the trap And now you're crying in your lap You thought you were Solomon, babe Till I flipped the script and walked away You collect hearts, I collect proof You taught the game, I taught you truth Call me cold? I call it clean You played king, I played the queen And when they ask who wrecked your head Tell ’em I’m your favorite lesson instead You thought your charm would pull me in But I’ve seen better abs in the gym You sip espresso, I spill tea And now the girls all talk to me You thought you’d ghost, leave me behind I left first — hope that rewinds You play “what if,” I play to win Next time, think before you spin You thought you were Solomon, babe Till I flipped the script and walked away You collect hearts, I collect proof You taught the game, I taught you truth Call me cold? I call it clean You played king, I played the queen And when they ask who wrecked your head Tell ’em I’m your favorite lesson instead You wore gold like it meant depth I saw through you with one text Next girl, better warn her quick— Don’t kiss a boy who reads his own press You thought you were Solomon, babe Till I flipped the script and walked away You collect hearts, I collect proof You taught the game, I taught you truth Call me cold? I call it clean You played king, I played the queen And when they ask who wrecked your head Tell ’em I’m your favorite lesson instead You thought you were Solomon, babe Now I’m the headline you can’t escape You collect girls, I end careers You left a mess — I left you cleared Call it savage, I call it fair I took your throne, left you bare And when you scroll through who you bled— Just know I’m still your favorite threadmore

it's funny, growin up i always wanted to get the hell out of dallas. it was only after spending the better part of 4 years in l.a. that i realized how nice the city i grew up in actually was. maybe that just speaks to how awful l.a. can be for a growing artist's mental health. exclusive has been sold https://flightlounge.beatstars.com/ traktrain.com/flightloungemusic hyperfollow.com/flightloungemore