Keep the Password: West Coast Diss

You still got my password?

That’s almost sweet.

Almost.

We broke up last spring, you kept the login

New phone, same nerve, still casually logging in

My profile says “watching,” your name’s on the screen

You moved out the apartment, not out of my machine

I changed the locks, changed my sheets, changed my plans

You’re still in my account like a tiny little fan

You know every new show before I do

At this point, I should be charging rent to you

You can keep that password, call it your goodbye gift

Streaming on my dime with your own little shift

I’m doing just fine, you’re still on my plan

My ex got premium, but can’t get a man

You can keep that password, don’t make it a thing

Just don’t pick my profile when you’re watching

Your “continue watching” list is a cry for help

Three seasons deep, still can’t entertain yourself

You skipped the finale, then you watched it twice

You treat my little account like it’s shared advice

I see your late-night picks, no, I won’t judge

That documentary queue got a serious grudge

I’d kick you off, but the joke’s too good

My password’s got more commitment than you ever could

You can keep that password, call it your goodbye gift

Streaming on my dime with your own little shift

I’m doing just fine, you’re still on my plan

My ex got premium, but can’t get a man

You can keep that password, don’t make it a thing

Just don’t pick my profile when you’re watching

New password’s coming, I’m feeling so strong

Then I remember, you’re halfway through that show

Finish the season, then we’re through for real

I’m generous, babe—just not with the bill

Enjoy the last episode.

Then log out.

Or don’t.

I’m not your customer support.