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