Neon blood drip on the dash,
I’m swervin’ through the fame like it’s contraband.
Paparazzi flash—bang—now I’m blind again,
but the money still green in the ultraviolet.
She pop another pill, call it “sin amend,”
tongue baptized in the Mo?t, speakin’ tongues of yen.
I bury secrets in the sub-bass, 808 tomb,
every kick drum a headstone, crowd chant “doom.”
Contract signed in plasma, still can’t cancel me—
I’m the glitch in your highlight, explicit channel, no sleep.