Crumbs ft. Scyld Lyrics

Yeah, you hear me? Nah, you don't.

'Cause silence speaks louder, and I'm outta hope.

Backseat vibes in my own damn life,

Was your king, now I'm ghost—ain't that right?

I'm done babe, beggin' for scraps of your time,

I'm the feast at the table, not a nickel or dime.

Used to be your world, now I'm just a chore,

Keep waitin' for love, but I ain't waitin' no more.

Remember when I was the air that you breathed?

Now I'm invisible, can't even compete

with screens, fake friends, all the buzz you chase,

You smile for 'em all, but I'm last place.

You say you're "busy," yeah, too busy for truth,

You forgot the man who would bleed for you.

Built this house with my hands, my sweat, my soul,

Now I'm bricks in your wall, and you're playin' cold.

Don't test me, girl, I'm a storm held back,

Tired of waitin' for a sign in your "I'll text back."

Love's supposed to heal, not make me kneel,

But you act like my heart ain't somethin' real.

I'm done babe, beggin' for scraps of your time,

I'm the feast at the table, not a nickel or dime.

Used to be your world, now I'm just a chore,

Keep waitin' for love, but I ain't waitin' no more.

Yeah I'm Tired of fightin' for a spot in your day,

You forgot my name, it's like I'm fadin' away.

You were my home, my heart, my place,

But you shut me out, girl, left me in space.

I showed up for you when the world walked out,

Now I'm stuck in the echo of your careless doubt.

Can't blame time—this is all on you,

When love's neglected, it turns to fumes.

I don't need half-love or crumbs you drop,

I'm more than your "maybe" or a background prop.

My crown don't slip 'cause you lost your way,

And if you don't see me, I won't stay.

Yeah, I'm worth the storm, worth the fight,

But I'm done with shadows in your spotlight.

I won't beg to be seen, won't scream to exist,

'Cause a king don't kneel for love that's missed.

I'm done babe, beggin' for scraps of your time,

I'm the feast at the table, not a nickel or dime.

Used to be your world, now I'm just a chore,

Keep waitin' for love, but I ain't waitin' no more.

Nah, I'm out—take your fake priorities,

Go feed 'em crumbs while I reclaim me.

I was your spark, but you let me fade,

So Now watch me shine where I'm appreciated.