Alannah (Third Grade L)

Intro

(Ayy, ayy) Alannah, third grade ghost,

You curved me hard, now feel the roast (yuh!)

Skrrt, let's go!

Chorus

Alannah, Alannah, fumbled the bag back in third

Rejected the king, now watch me swerve (swerve, swerve)

Alannah, Alannah, playin' games like a nerd

I'm bossed up now, you just absurd (absurd, absurd)

Alannah! (Alannah!) Third grade L,

Alannah! (Alannah!) Ringin' that bell,

You said no-no, now I'm sayin' hell yeah!

Alannah, Alannah, stay mad, farewell!

Verse

Yo, third grade playground, I was feelin' myself,

Passed you a note, "Wanna be mine?" on the shelf,

You crumpled it up, laughed with your friends, what a joke,

Little did you know, that rejection woke the GOAT.

Now I'm stackin' these wins, you still drawin' hearts in class,

Chasin' playground boys who can't even pass gas,

I was the one with the vision, you blind as a bat,

Now I'm drivin' the whip, you ridin' the bus—facts!

Alannah, remember recess? You dipped on the slide,

Left me hangin' like a swing in the tide,

Bet you regret it, scrollin' my feed every night,

Likes on my pics, but too late, outta sight.

From juice box crushes to millionaire rushes,

You stuck on crayons, I'm crushin' these blushes,

Third grade savage, curved the future legend,

Now every girl's callin', your number's deleted! (Yuh!)

Ayy, skrrt off the lot, you pedestrian,

Petty rejection turned me to a beast, man,

Alannah who? That's ancient history,

I'm legend status, you're mystery—dismiss me?

Chorus

Alannah, Alannah, fumbled the bag back in third

Rejected the king, now watch me swerve (swerve, swerve)

Alannah, Alannah, playin' games like a nerd

I'm bossed up now, you just absurd (absurd, absurd)

Alannah! (Alannah!) Third grade L,

Alannah! (Alannah!) Ringin' that bell,

You said no-no, now I'm sayin' hell yeah!

Alannah, Alannah, stay mad, farewell!

Verse

Fast forward ten years, you hit my DMs sly,

"Missed you since third," girl, bye-bye, lie-lie,

I was the starter pack, you picked the benchwarmer crew,

Now they ghostin' you too, karma's comin' through.

Lunch table love, I offered my best PB&J,

You wanted grape, not mine—okay, your loss today,

Now I'm feastin' on steaks, you munchin' on regrets,

Third grade tea spilled, now it's champagne sets.

Bet your squad whispers, "He was cute back then,"

Now they all want tickets to the show I'm in,

You laughed at my valentine, folded it neat,

Now it's receipts of me winnin' the street.

Alannah, Alannah, still single and salty,

I leveled up quick, you fault-y,

From kickball rejects to jet-set effects,

You curved the curveball, now check these checks! (Ayy, ayy)

Yuh, third grade trauma? Nah, that was my glow-up fuel,

You small pond frog, I'm ocean, feel the pull.

Bridge

(Alannah, ha-ha) Thought you had me shook,

Third grad