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Same song, the other performance from the session (Take B). Included with your keep. Owners download both.
Let me tell you what you ain't gon' do.
You ain't gon' lie to me and call it love
You ain't gon' text her and say it's "just a hug"
I'm from Memphis, we don't do the drama slow
We do it loud, then we let you go
Corset tight and my lashes long
Every tear I cried turned into a song
I ain't the one, I ain't the two
I'm the whole choir, and the choir's through with you
No, no, no... not today... not EVER
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
You played with fire and the fire won
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
Kiara Fury, and the fury's just begun
Ain't! (Ain't!) The one! (The one!)
Pack your little bag, baby, run, run, run
And don't call my mama. She already know.
She the one who told me. Run it back.
You had a good woman with a big heart
Now you got a good song with a hard part
808 under the bass like my walk out the door
Horns hit hard 'cause I don't need you no more
Burgundy hair blowing in the Memphis wind
Every gospel run is a "told you" again
I ain't bitter, I'm BETTER, hear the difference?
Kiara Fury, and I'm done with the forgiveness
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
You played with fire and the fire won
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
Kiara Fury, and the fury's just begun
Ain't! (Ain't!) The one! (The one!)
Pack your little bag, baby, run, run, run
I AIN'T! I AIN'T! I AIN'T THE ONE!
Every lie you told me, I'm singing it to the sun!
I AIN'T! I AIN'T! I AIN'T THE ONE!
Kiara Fury, baby, and the fury's won!
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
You played with fire and the fire won
I ain't the one, I ain't the one
Kiara Fury, and the fury's just begun
Ain't! (Ain't!) The one! (The one!)
Pack your little bag, baby, run, run, run
KIARA FURY is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a huge Memphis mezzo-soprano belter with blues grit and gospel runs who talks in rap cadence between the singing and laughs in the ad-libs, over a live band with trap-soul drums, 808 under a real bass, big piano, horns and choir stacks, every bridge exploding into a key change. Raw, funny, hurt, then triumphant. AI-performed and disclosed.