Yard Act

Produced by Dave, Jo Caleb, Kyle Evans

At Archway, I got out the car It's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill Faint sound, cold chills I swear I just heard a familiar voice Inside of the club, outside of the club Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice Think fast, that's my only choice He's comin' up, I hear him runnin' up I ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles He's grabbin' my hair, I'm screamin' to stop I'm hittin' him hard, it's turnin' him on The burnin' is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear Acceptin' my fate, his hands on my waist I think that I threw my keys in his face I ran and he chased I stumbled on a group of three that were leavin' I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleedin' And that's when I called, prayin' that you'd be there recordin' The only person that I know who's up at 3 in the mornin' I sound mad But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin' Of watchin' what you wear because you're worried 'bout makin' it home Walkin' with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone Everyone's a fucking good guy and they're makin' it known But I'm just makin' it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feelin' Of checkin' the child lock, or seein' the AirTag A five-minute walk home feelin' like five miles Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies Then maybe, fucking hell Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask It looks like that flirty cab driver And guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standin' in their section Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection I knew a girl called

That was in so deep, she thought violence was affection I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about— And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him And he might even do it cah the system would protect him Algorithm gonna find some people just like him They hate women too, okay, yeah, fuck it, let's connect him Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist He just went upstairs and got your number from reception Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl Two weeks later, he wants a sexual connection Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask Who you even talkin' to? Women hunted down by the people they say report it to Honestly, I wouldn't have the solitude or fortitude Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you As if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to Objectify you just the way I do in every song Tamah was never wrong

Can't trust guys, she never lied No menicide, it femicide The catcalls, the long stares The kind words, the lines blurred Call her out, impersonate her All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator Am I one of them? The men of the past Who catcalled or spoke in the bars? I'm complicit, no better than you I told stories of—, yeah Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option You either part of the solution or part of the problem

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