
BLUNT EDGE
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- 2020s
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- playful
- rhythmic
- angry
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- eclectic
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- aggressive
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- introspective
- quirky
- infernal
- ethereal
- passionate
- lush
Lyrics
Verse 1
They been tossing little stones, I been building bigger walls (mm)
Smile so pretty while I watch them all get small
Talk heavy when it’s online, quiet in the room
Funny how the loudest ones always bring the smoke too soon
I got a cold kind of calm, I don’t flinch no more
All that hate hit my skin and it just hit the floor
They been calling me a problem, I been cashing out the pain
Now I wear their little whispers like a chain
(yeah) They keep acting like they know me
But they only know the show me
I been strange, I been saintly, I been mean
Still they stare like I’m some fever dream
Pre-Hook
I don’t feel it like I used to
All that venom got me immune to
Every shot just made me sharper
Now I move like I’m the darker part of art
Hook
Blunt edge, I don’t cut like before (yeah)
I been numb to the hate, I don’t feel it no more
They scared of a bitch who don’t bend when she break
They scared of a girl they can’t fake
Blunt edge, I don’t bleed on the floor (mm)
I turn every little threat into couture
If they think I’m demonic, that’s cute, let ’em cope
They ain’t used to somebody this dope
Interlude
Ha
They nervous
I can tell
I got too much heat for their little hell (mm)
Verse 2
I make a room go still when I walk in it (walk in it)
Not a ghost, just a force with a grin in it
They be praying on my fall, I be rising off the floor
Turning every “fuck her” into “who asked for more?”
I got a laugh for the rumor mill, a wink for the press
They only call it cursed when they can’t stand success
I’m a little bit sweet, a little sharp, little strange
Like a blade with a kiss on the edge of the frame
And the funny part is, they be scared of the shine
Like power gotta mean you crossed some line
Nah, I just got here and they hate that truth
That a woman can be wildfire and proof
Verse 3
No exorcist needed, I don’t need a rescue
I just need the beat and a little less stress, boo
I been in the pit, came back with a crown
They throw shade, I throw glitter in the whole damn town
I’m the punchline and the plot twist, I’m the cold stare
I’m the reason they be whispering like “she don’t care”
Yeah, I don’t care, that’s the trick, that’s the twist
I turned all that poison into power in my fist
Ain’t no demon in me, just discipline and nerve
They ain’t never seen a woman who can curve
Every little hit, every hiss, every lie
Now I’m dancing on the ashes like I meant to set the sky
Pre-Hook
I don’t feel it like I used to
All that venom got me immune to
Every shot just made me sharper
Now I move like I’m the darker part of art
Hook
Blunt edge, I don’t cut like before (yeah)
I been numb to the hate, I don’t feel it no more
They scared of a bitch who don’t bend when she break
They scared of a girl they can’t fake
Blunt edge, I don’t bleed on the floor (mm)
I turn every little threat into couture
If they think I’m demonic, that’s cute, let ’em cope
They ain’t used to somebody this dope
Interlude
Mm
Look at them shake
Look at them stare
They hate what they can’t make (yeah)
Bridge
I was built for the noise, built for the flame
Built to wear their little anger like a name
If they want a monster, they can keep the story
I’m too busy being bigger than their glory
I don’t hate back, I just outgrow
I don’t chase smoke, I become the glow
And the only thing scary in this whole damn scene
Is a woman who knows what she means
Hook
Blunt edge, I don’t cut like before (yeah)
I been numb to the hate, I don’t feel it no more
They scared of a bitch who don’t bend when she break
They scared of a girl they can’t fake
Blunt edge, I don’t bleed on the floor (mm)
I turn every little threat into couture
If they think I’m demonic, that’s cute, let ’em cope
They ain’t used to somebody this dope
Interlude
Still here
Still sharp
Still winning
Still art
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