What it is, block boy, Count the blue,

chase the green, then move the toys.

I’m in that new new, with the roof removed,

Kodak in the back, still talkin’ truth.

Bust down wrist, but my mind still glued

to the strip where I learned how to break the rules.

Doechii pop out, pretty with the punch,

pussy power talkin’—leave a lame in a crunch.

What it is, ho? I’m back with the solo venom,

No feature needed—this pussy talkin’ commas in denim.

Tampa baby, braids swingin’ like a platinum machete,

I’m the glitch in your gospel, make the devil say, “Bless me.”

Ass too fat for the perimeter, bounce off the Richter,

I ride my own tongue, no hitch, no sticker.

Explicit for the kids in the back row twitchin’,

I’m the wet dream your mama prayed you’d quit pitchin’.

凌晨三點(diǎn)心跳像鼓　

我數(shù)著裂縫的天花板　

呼吸是偷來(lái)的節(jié)奏　

影子在墻上開(kāi)派對(duì)　

他們笑我　笑我　

把安全帶系進(jìn)噩夢(mèng)　

油門踩進(jìn)空洞　

Still I smile, still I dance　

讓焦慮穿上高跟鞋　

跟我一起踩碎鏡面　

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心跳像808在胸口亂撞

鏡子里的我眼神在躲藏

點(diǎn)贊聲浪高過(guò)自尊的墻

卻填不滿黑夜的空床

濾鏡笑容是糖衣的謊

點(diǎn)贊數(shù)像刀割開(kāi)舊傷

我越奔跑 影子越膨脹

在聚光燈下窒息地發(fā)燙

誰(shuí)來(lái)拔掉這無(wú)線網(wǎng)

讓我的靈魂能離線飛翔

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