Neon drip on my skin, Saint-Laurent coffin I’m sinning in
Two chrome robots in the back, Daft touch make the city go flat
I’m a Starboy, no telescope—just coke-scopes and star-dope
Pocket full of comet dust, crash the SV with one thrust
Counted galaxies on my left wrist, every one a ex-bitch
Moonroof open like her legs, beam me up—no pledge
I die every night at twelve, reborn with a trillion shells
Yeah, I’m fame’s blacklight, watch me bleach the afterlife