My Whole Meal

[ Lyrics ]

I don’t want crumbs. I want it all.

Used to eat off your plate, smile like it was fine,
laugh at the jokes just to save face, draw the line in the wine.
You called it romance, I called it a test,
begged with my silence, dressed up for your yes.
Said I was too much, then left me too small,
crumbs on the counter, reflection in the wall.
But the mirror don’t lie — it just waits for the truth,
and I’m done being flavor for somebody else’s proof.

No more side dish, no backup plan,
no wearing your words like a secondhand band.
I’ve been full since June — you just never believed,
now I’m serving myself, and the portion’s complete.

I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
Don’t offer half love — I already feel.
I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
You can keep the table — I’ll build my own wheel.

I used to shrink in the shoot, pose how you’d say,
sing softer so you’d listen, fade into the gray.
You wanted a muse, not a mind with its own,
a muse with a mouth but no mic of her own.
Now I write my own verses, track my own stems,
wear red in the studio, own my own gems.
No more permission, no asking for space —
I’m not a guest at my own damn place.

Don’t call it too bold — call it long overdue.
I’m not hard to love, I’m just harder to undo.
You taught me restraint, I turned it to flame,
now I’m cooking my own name.

I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
Don’t offer half love — I already feel.
I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
You can keep the table — I’ll build my own wheel.

Loyalty? Mine, first.
Passion? Fierce, not hurt.
Space? I claim it.
Respect? I name it.

I don’t negotiate my shine,
I don’t split my own time,
I don’t need a sign —
the proof’s in the spine.

I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
Don’t offer half love — I already feel.
I don’t want crumbs — I’m a whole meal.
You can keep the table — I’ll build my own wheel.

I’m a whole meal — oh yeah,
I’m a whole meal — no debris,
I’m a whole meal — set me free?
I already am.

I don’t want crumbs…
I want it all.