Cut Throat Queen

[ Lyrics ]

Crown’s sharp, but I wear it.

No filter, no flash but the flashbulb’s blinding,
Cold room, hot gaze, yeah, the lens is complying.
Tailored like armor, not a thread out of place,
Blazer unbuttoned, but my soul’s laced.
Used to cry in the mirror, now I pose for the proof,
They said I’d collapse—look at me, built from the truth.
Knife in my earlobe catches the light,
Same way I carry what they did to my life.

I don’t flinch when the shutter falls,
I don’t beg when the silence calls.
I don’t need their version, I’ve got my own script—
This story’s directed, produced, and equipped.

Cut throat queen, crown’s sharp but I wear it,
Walk through fire, still glide, still tear it.
Every scar mapped like stars on my skin,
I don’t hide ‘em—I rep ‘em, I win.
Cut throat queen, not cruel—just aware,
Made my own rules outta smoke and despair.
Say I’m cold, but I’m just self-contained,
One betrayal, and innocence drained.

They said, ‘Smile prettier, stay soft, stay small,’
Now the cover’s my manifesto, my call.
Used to need their approval, their nod, their bless,
Now I shoot my own shot in a black suit, no dress.
Best friend turned traitor, love turned a lie,
But look where it put me—head high, eyes dry.
I’m not their victim, not their muse, not their sin,
I’m the moment they *wish* they could’ve seen.

I don’t wait in the wings for a cue,
I don’t bow to the fakes, no, not you.
Every frame that they tried to erase?
Now it’s the proof of the strength they couldn’t take.

Cut throat queen, crown’s sharp but I wear it,
Walk through fire, still glide, still tear it.
Every scar mapped like stars on my skin,
I don’t hide ‘em—I rep ‘em, I win.
Cut throat queen, not cruel—just aware,
Made my own rules outta smoke and despair.
Say I’m cold, but I’m just self-contained,
One betrayal, and innocence drained.

They wanted a breakdown, got a breakthrough instead,
Wanted a ghost, got a god in their stead.
Wanted a whisper, I gave ‘em a war,
Wanted a door closed—now the whole world’s for sure.
This crown ain’t given, it’s carved from the pain,
Worn with pride in the wind and the rain.
I’m not asking—*I am*—so engrave my name,
Cut throat queen, and the blade’s still the same.

Cut throat queen, crown’s sharp but I wear it,
Walk through fire, still glide, still tear it.
Every scar mapped like stars on my skin,
I don’t hide ‘em—I rep ‘em, I win.
Cut throat queen, not cruel—just aware,
Made my own rules outta smoke and despair.
Say I’m cold, but I’m just self-contained,
One betrayal, and innocence drained.

Crown’s sharp… but I wear it.

Queen.