Fairchild

Yeah She was 24 Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for I ain't mournin' death of her innocence I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour Some weeks ago, she was in a cab I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time All the time, said it happens all the time A little conversation, that's just all it is Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits He ain't even have to ask her where she lives She was headed to this venue with a couple friends And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends She goin' to this no-phone party You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep You see, Tamah, she like my little sis' So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin' And then they feel entitled to more than opinions You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, "Fuckin' let me get your Snap', innit Add me back, innit, fuckin' what? What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong? Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what? Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? Fuckin' Are you gettin' back to ends?" And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib But that's the culture of the club, right? All game's fair And if she don't like it, why she there? This times, she just wanna go home She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone And all her friends are tryna stay 'Cah they goin' to somebody's after-party in a house that's out the way And then she blacked out She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off And then she backed out When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone She said 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 coming up, I hear him running up I ran, and I trip, I fell and I buckle My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear Accepting 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 leaving I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording The only person that I know who's up at three in the morning I sound mad But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home Walking 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 making it known But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag A five-minute walk home feeling 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 standing in their section Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection, I knew a girl called I 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 'cause 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 talking 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 that 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