I Want the Best

[ Lyrics ]

I want the best, not just the rest.

Eight years old, I pointed at a dress with velvet trim,
told the clerk it was ‘the one’ — she laughed and said, ‘not for you, kid.’
I didn’t want attention, I just knew what I deserved,
but they called it greed when a girl wants something perfect.
Now I walk in with my middle-parted hair and tailored coat,
reservation under Glass — yeah, they spell it right this note.
No more compromises wrapped in ‘be grateful’ lies,
if it’s not divine, then it don’t pass these eyes.

I used to lower my voice, tone it down to blend,
now I speak in frequencies only true love can defend.
This ain’t arrogance — it’s alignment, not excess —
I’m not asking for too much, I’m claiming what’s next.

I want the best, not just the rest —
every detail, every thread, every breath of yes.
I want the best, not just the rest —
if it’s not the view, the truth, the real, I’d rather be alone than second-guess.

No, I don’t care if it’s ‘overkill’ — you don’t get to define
what love looks like when you’ve never seen it shine.
I want the sommelier who remembers I like bold,
and a man who shows up fifteen minutes before he’s told.
Private elevator, quiet booth in the back,
candles lit for two even when I dine solo, that’s facts.
Luxury ain’t flashy — it’s consistency, care,
it’s someone knowing my order without me being there.

I used to shrink, fold myself in half to fit,
now I stand in the light — no, I don’t need a permit.
This ain’t greed — it’s self-respect with a ten-carat crest,
I’m not high-maintenance, I’m high-value, I’m blessed.

I want the best, not just the rest —
every detail, every thread, every breath of yes.
I want the best, not just the rest —
if it’s not the view, the truth, the real, I’d rather be alone than second-guess.

Used to cry in dressing rooms, ‘Why can’t I just be pleased?’
Now I know — I wasn’t hard to please, I was easy to mislead.
All those ‘good enoughs’ that left me hollow in the chest —
nah, good enough ain’t good. I want the best.

I want the best, not just the rest —
every star on the ceiling, every wish manifest.
I want the best, not just the rest —
safe hands, soft words, no games, no test.

I want the best — 
the kind of love that passes every test — 
the kind of life they said I’d never deserve — 
but look at me now — I’m dressed in yes.

Yeah… I want the best. 
Not just the rest.