Goddamn Rerun — Yury Konstantinov

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Yeah—back up, clear the room,
No second chances, no borrowed tune.

I came back with the receipts in a steel case,
Every cheap little claim gets erased.
You talk big till the pressure hits your teeth,
Then fold so fast you can’t stand underneath.

I don’t need permission, I don’t need praise,
I built this from the wreckage you made.
You wanted a rerun? Fine, watch the frame:
Same cold stare, but I’m sharper than the blade.

Goddamn, rerun—turn it up, let it crack,
You thought I was finished, now I’m taking it back.
Goddamn, rerun—no apology track,
If you came for a fight, better don’t lose your nerve now.

I’ve got dirt on my boots and a bill to collect,
A mouth full of thunder and a boot to your neck.
Not a hero, not clean, not here to pretend,
I’m the bad news delivered by your so-called friend.

You can hide behind rumors, a screen, or a crew,
But the truth walks straight through whatever you do.
When the room goes quiet and the fake ones flee,
There’s one name left standing—and it’s me.

Goddamn, rerun—turn it up, let it crack,
You thought I was finished, now I’m taking it back.
Goddamn, rerun—no apology track,
If you came for a fight, better don’t lose your nerve now.

Say it again—who’s gone?
Not me.
Say it again—who broke?
Not me.
You lit the fuse, now count the sparks,
I’m walking straight through the dark.

Goddamn, rerun—turn it up, let it crack,
You thought I was finished, now I’m taking it back.
Goddamn, rerun—no apology track,
This is the last damn warning—don’t come running back.

Rerun complete.
Try surviving the next one.