Treat Me Like the Main Event
Track 3 of Maybe I’m the Problem
[ Lyrics ]
If I’m dinner, you better bring the steak — I don’t do appetizers that late. Satin slip, no safety net, walk in like the check’s already paid, no regrets. You say, 'What’s your pleasure?' — I name my price, you blink twice, wonder if I’m fucking with the vibe. I clock the hesitation, the subtle freeze, when I say, 'Bring the ’98 with ease.' You thought I’d play the part, soft and sweet? I’m the main course, baby — not the seat. Brushed snare rolls like a drumline tease, I watch you calculate what this’ll cost, please. I don’t flirt for free, I don’t charm on credit — every second I’m here? It’s a paid exhibit. Treat me like the main event — red carpet mind, not just a hint. Dress the table, set it high, don’t serve me dreams — serve the sky. Treat me like the main event — I ain’t a maybe, I’m a spent. All this shine? It’s not for show — I bring the feast, you bring the dough. You brought your friend to 'help decide' — cool. I’ll bill you both by my side. He laughs too loud at my dry remark, like he’s auditioning just for a part. I ordered silence in a crystal glass, watched you both flinch when the numbers passed. You wanted easy? That ship sailed clean when you let the last one leave me unseen. No more cheap thrills, no backstage passes, I don’t do 'maybe next time' or 'let’s keep this casual.' You want the highlight? Then fund the whole reel — I don’t come in B-roll, I’m the real deal. Treat me like the main event — red carpet mind, not just a hint. Dress the table, set it high, don’t serve me dreams — serve the sky. Treat me like the main event — I ain’t a maybe, I’m a spent. All this shine? It’s not for show — I bring the feast, you bring the dough. I was free once — look where that got me. Smiling through crumbs while you forgot me. Now I price my presence, define my worth — not your afterthought, but the main verse. Treat me like the main event — I’m the headline, not the tent. Dress the moment, crown the night, don’t invite me close if you can’t foot the light. Treat me like the main event — I’m not a favor, I’m the rent. All this love? It’s not for lease — I am the show. Pay to see. If I’m dinner… you better bring the steak. I don’t do appetizers… that late.