Stop.
Yeah, I said it.
Don’t test me, baby—
Let’s reset it.
You talk sweet, but your rhythm’s late,
Playing cool with a twist of fate.
You call it charm—I call it game,
Different song, but it sounds the same.
Heard that tune, mm, once before,
Now I’m tapping out the door.
STOP!
Don’t play your part.
STOP!
Don’t steal my heart.
STOP!
You had your shot—
This jazz is hot, but you are not.
Wink like you got a backup plan,
Smile like a secondhand man.
You're all talk, no saxophone—
Just static on a dial tone.
I need soul, I need flame—
You? Just background in my frame.
STOP!
This ain’t your cue.
STOP!
My solo’s due.
STOP!
Step off the stage—
I'm rewriting this page.
Snap back to the rhythm that I lead,
I don’t chase what I don’t need.
Had your chance, now take a seat—
There’s fire in these feet.
When I dance alone,
I own the tone.
STOP!
This groove is mine.
STOP!
Don’t cross that line.
STOP!
Go find your beat—
I’m sweet, but never on repeat.
Yeah, I said “stop”
and I meant it, baby.
Now hit the lights…
I’m just getting started.