Princess Energy

[ Lyrics ]

Call me princess, I’ll say thank you.

Call me princess… I’ll say thank you.

Used to hate that word — sounded like a crime,
little girl in heels, trying to climb.
They said, ‘Don’t demand, don’t expect too much,’
like wanting care was asking for crutches.
But I wasn’t spoiled, I was just aware —
love should feel warm, not feel like air.
No one taught me how to settle in ash,
so I built my castle from secondhand cash.
Candles on the windowsill, playlist on repeat,
imagined a man who showed up on his feet.

Now the door swings open, not because I ask,
but ‘cause he remembers — that’s the task.
Rhodes chords softly bloom beneath her vocal, pad swelling like a held breath
And I don’t have to whisper, ‘Do you even see me?’
He’s already lighting the whole damn tree.

Princess energy — not a fantasy,
it’s the way he texts, ‘You on my mind,’ at 3.
Princess energy — steady, not loud,
it’s coming home to a bath drawn, no cloud.
It’s not about jewels, it’s about consistency,
love that shows up with loyalty.

I don’t need a throne, I need someone real,
someone who knows how my silence feels.
Used to chase the ones who called it ‘too much’ —
now I walk by men who don’t touch.
He leaves sticky notes where my keys are kept,
‘Wore your favorite shirt. Missed you. Rest.’
No grand gestures, just daily proof,
that I’m not a question — I’m the truth.

And when I say ‘cold,’ he hands me his coat,
not waiting for hints — he caught it remote.
Rhodes returns, warmer now, with light string pad beneath
Effort is elegance, quiet and deep,
and I don’t have to beg for the love that I keep.

Princess energy — not a fantasy,
it’s the way he texts, ‘You on my mind,’ at 3.
Princess energy — steady, not loud,
it’s coming home to a bath drawn, no cloud.
It’s not about jewels, it’s about consistency,
love that shows up with loyalty.

They laughed when I dreamed it — said I’d never get it,
‘No man wants a queen, he wants someone easy.’
But I wasn’t too much — I was just too seen,
and the right one didn’t flinch, he leaned in.

Now every small thing is a love decree —
he doesn’t serve me… he sees me.

Princess energy — yeah, it’s my language,
the way he knows I take cream, no changes.
Princess energy — soft, but exact,
it’s waking up to flowers, no asking for that.
It’s not about status, it’s about being known,
love that lifts me, never leaves me alone.

Call me princess… I’ll say thank you.

Call me princess… I’ll say thank you.