Gifted Girl (But I'm the Gift)
Track 5 of Maybe I’m the Problem
[ Lyrics ]
He gave me a Cartier — I gave him the night he brags about forever. Ski trip to Aspen, private jet delay, he foots the bill while I pick the playlist on replay. Saw the box at dinner — velvet, tied with string, said it was ‘just because’… yeah, baby, I know what you’re buying. Not love — attention. Not fate — a flex. You want the story? I *am* the text. I leaned in slow, let the camera catch the glow, my skin in moonlight, his hands in slow motion. He thinks it’s power — the keys, the view, but I’m the one who made it *feel* like new. These diamonds shine, but they don’t compare to the way he looked when I whispered, ‘I’m rare.’ I’m the gift, not the receipt, not the girl you impress, I’m the heat beneath. You gave me a jacket — I gave you the pose, you gave me earrings — I gave you the glow. Yeah, I’m the gift, not the guest, not the favor owed, not just dressed to impress. He gave me a Cartier — I gave him the night he brags about forever. Backseat selfie, lips glossed, no flash, caption: ‘Some girls get flowers. I get legacy.’ He drove the Lambo, but I set the pace, left a lipstick stain on his water glass. Sent it to my girls — three red heart reacts, this one’s for pride, not the ache I masked. He talks of vacations, future plans, all in vain, I’m just collecting moments like Chanel and champagne. He thinks it’s power — the ring, the flight, but I’m the one who made it *bite*. This love’s a loan — not a debt I’ll keep, I’m currency, baby — not yours to seize. I’m the gift, not the receipt, not the girl you impress, I’m the heat beneath. You gave me a jacket — I gave you the pose, you gave me earrings — I gave you the glow. Yeah, I’m the gift, not the guest, not the favor owed, not just dressed to impress. He gave me a Cartier — I gave him the night he brags about forever. I don’t need receipts when I leave a trace, a name on his lips in a crowded place. His story gets better the more that he tells — but the truth is, I used him as well. I’m the gift, not the receipt, not the girl you impress, I’m the heat beneath. You gave me a weekend — I gave you the myth, you gave me a moment — I gave you the lift. Yeah, I’m the gift, not the guest, not the hook-up ghost, not just dressed to impress. He gave me a Cartier — I gave him the night he brags about forever. He gave me a Cartier… I gave him the night.