Janirah

Intro

Yeah, ayy, uh-huh

Listen up, listen up (listen), come on

Verse

Janirah, you show up like a ringtone, loud and wrong (yuh)

Talking big in the group chat but you fold when the night’s long

Blonde halo, glass crown, but your head ain’t where your mouth is

Drooling over Kirwan like a kid at a candy stand, cliché, nauseous

You post flexes, fake checks, highlight reels of plastic scenes

Act like you’re complicated, but you’re simple as magazine routines

Calling names, calling shots, you tap-tap on the timeline

Real ones watch and laugh while you mime your own headlines (skrrt)

Dumb shit energy, full volume, no tune

All bark, no bite, just a busted balloon (pop)

You play the lead in fantasies, but it’s filler in the script

Trying to clap back, girl, you flinch before the hit

Saying you the main event, but you ticket to a sideshow

I walk through with receipts, watch your stories crash like tides do

You chase likes, chase boys, chasing anything that sparkles

But when the lights go down you’re ghosted by your own sparkles (ayy)

Keep drooling over Kirwan, keep tracing his name in notes

He’s a name on your tongue, I’m the sentence that ends your jokes

Chorus

Janirah, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (wake up)

Janirah, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out (cut it out)

Janirah, step back, step back, step back, step back (step back)

You’re lighting matches for smoke that ain’t even close, nah (nah)

Verse

You love the drama, love the angle, love the mirror’s lie

Build a castle out of comments, then you wonder why it dries

All your lines are rehearsed, same script, same tired plot

I spit truth like a spotlight, watch the plastic melt and drop

They whisper (they whisper) — no, they don’t; they just point and stare

But the mirror knows the secret that your captions try to wear

You act like you’re the queen but you forget how to rule

Kingdom made of followers, the crown is made of fool’s gold

You say you’re on a mission — but your GPS is broken

Driving circles round the same crush, same token, same words spoken (uh-huh)

Drooling over Kirwan like you left your dignity on read

Girl, that’s viral embarrassment, wash it out, get it off your head

Your comebacks are empty, they echo, then they fall flat

I bring the receipts, bring the bench, put your whole act on the mat (bring it)

Say what you want, I’ll say it louder, clearer than your hype

You’re a trending-now forgot-next, a typo on the type

Bridge

Oh-oh, watch me, watch me (watch me)

Put the spotlight on the truth, let the camera eat it up (eat it up)

Na-na, play it back (play it back)

All your lines unravel when the speaker turns the track back

Chorus

Janirah, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (wake up)

Janirah, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, cut it out (cut it out)

Janirah, step back, step back, step back, step back (step back)

You’re lighting matches for smoke that a