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Gaslight
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R&B/Soul
Gaslight was released on April 1, 2026 by IG.2 as a part of the album After You
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Release DateApril 1, 2026
LabelIG.2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IG.2
IG.2
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
IG.2
IG.2
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IG.2
IG.2
Producer

Lyrics

I asked for simple respect.
You called it drama.
You took her call mid-date—eyes lit, thumb quick.
Said, “It’s nothing,” while you smiled at the screen.
I said, “That line feels off,” you rolled your eyes—
“you’re just triggered—again.” Kept it clean.
Outside you side-hugged me, screen still live;
“Relax, it’s just a friend,” you grinned.
I went quiet, counted ten in my chest—
you tagged my boundaries “a trend.”
You turned a question into a crime,
spun my caution into a scene.
Stop calling care “jealous,”
stop filing me as “problem.”
You made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
You crossed the line, then hid,
and staged me as your storyline.
You made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
Weekend photos, shoulder-tight;
caption “always us”—I’m cropped right out.
Group chat laughs in inside codes;
I read the silence, swallow doubt.
“Too intense, too much, too close”—
you logged my quiet as your proof.
I kept the timestamps, kept the threads—
the edits show the missing truth.
You called my caution “clingy,”
then walked off looking kind.
Stop calling care “jealous,”
stop filing me as “problem.”
You made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
You crossed the line, then hid,
and handed me your storyline.
You made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
I don’t owe play-by-play. She rings—I pick.
If you can’t stand heat, that’s you—not this.
Yeah, I aired our fights—you were loud, a lot;
wear the blaze if it fits—I don’t babysit thoughts.
You’re not my warden. Don’t police my moves.
Call your leash “trust” if you want—cute excuse.
Cold? Sure. Coward? Fine. I sleep clean anyway.
You wanted vows I won’t sign—
I’m out. Have a day.
I wasn’t wild—I was right.
You crossed the line, then rewrote mine.
You needed me unhinged to leave
with both your hands still clean.
Stop calling care “jealous,”
stop staging me as “problem.”
You made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
You hid behind my patience,
you quoted me as motive—
you made me the crazy one,
you made me the crazy one.
I kept the dates and details,
I see the cuts you posted—
I wasn’t crazy, I was clear;
the one at fault was noted.
Stop spin. Own this.
Own the line you crossed.
You made me the crazy one—
now live with what it cost.
I’m not crazy.
I’m finished.
Written by: IG.2
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