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

Written & Produced by: Yunus Emre Aydın Lyrics: * A distant friend now the virtue outtold Knocking steps over the hedges unbound Denying the end, a drifter tracing his line, A lone memory—the solace in a world so cold. * Rejoice, sweet madness, for you're yet untouched by time. No cold flesh yet to rot beneath your embrace, Nor flowers blooming where your head would grace, No mercy shall quiet the ache of your blaze, Nor shall your name be lost in sorrow's rhyme. * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * Broods of dream, their nests hollowed deep, Headlong against the soil that grants no sleep. A smile aged white in a sudden lapse, Far from the warmth nostalgia traps. They lie in sync beneath a snowbound shade, Low chords of pleading, bound to fade. A tardy herald of a death too swift No mourner came to send him adrift. The earth, this time, has overstepped its role, Named by what it gives and what it stole. Did he mistake the noose for a friendly rope, Or was he always drunk on borrowed hope? Galloping down, still headlong through the plain What was this ache you nursed within your frame? * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * I saw the end, O hunter As you gathered the buds of the night in their dance, Each one painting my being in quiet hues. I saw what stillness meant—melting, unashamed. The only thing I lost—to recur, yet ever strange. The tremor that kept vigil at the edge of fate Let me die, unshadowed by its name. * The radiant fury—unworthy of such hate. The life I spared—a child the world forsakes. If not that, then what has made me stray? If not that—whose burden is the weight? To whom shall the reckoning descend? What color were her eyes... while yet they wept the past? What color were her eyes... as tears clung, unsurpassed? * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * I watched the slow unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, (Rose life's cry) Yet I watched the unraveling of woven ways, Fractured like a word no time could mend. While fervor turned and feasted on its core, Beneath a veil where dwindling hopes lay sore, Rose life's cry — tainted and unnamed * What color were her eyes... while yet they wept the past? What color were her eyes... as tears clung, unsurpassed? more

I had remade my Track wrong side of famous. My friend wanted to record with me- Heres the New edition.more