[Verse 1] I’m the sticker on your teen’s guitar I’m the quote they’ll carve in your cookie jar You’re clutching pearls with a cracked screen glow While your whole damn life runs on “shh, don’t show” I’m what you blame when the vibe gets hot But I’ve seen your receipts and you bought the lot You want saints? Try the next track I’m the glitch in the groove — can’t scrub that back This is the first time — (Woo!) This is the last crime — (Woo!) I saw your god cry — (Woo!) Right at the punch ti— (wait) You bought the half-truth — (Woo!) Paid with your soft youth — (Woo!) Lit up the dark booth — (Woo!) And prayed it off, too — (Woo!) Now hush — Let me talk about peace in a sweatshop seam Let me talk about choice in a wage-locked dream Let me talk about war sold in movie scenes Let me talk about love behind paywall screens You recycle one can, call it virtue While your jacket’s stitched by a kid who hurts you Scroll past pain, clickbait smile Then shame me for dancing with style? [Chorus] Tell me who you’re tryna be today (Ooh) Is it guilt-core, thrift-fit, mental-health cliché? Post it, ghost it, do it for the stream Cry in the mirror with a skincare routine Raise your voice, then mute the thread Sell your soul in a color that’s “eco” red I’m the bad guy? Sure, that’s fine At least I don’t call rot redemption online To be determined — like your purpose and your pose To be determined — ‘til the algorithm knows You say you’re changing — cool, alert the press But if healing’s hot, then I’m a total mess [Verse 2] Oh, now I’m the danger? Your fave said worse in a brand deal chamber You type “problematic” with gold on your teeth Never missed a meal, but you preach from the street? Scroll past genocide to post your fit Cry “justice now” from a sponsored kit You studied struggle in a blog post’s tone Then told me to suffer a little alone (Snap!) Here comes the backlash — I’m ready to dance I’ve been cancelled twice by a trust fund stance You fight for the cause on a campus lawn Then ghost your friends once the clout is gone I see you, saint. With your theater pain Your “fight the system” tee’s in the sale bin again You found yourself in a curated feed Then found me “violent” when I wouldn’t bleed Talk your talk — but dodge the bruise Quote some trauma, then change the shoes You call me chaos? Please, be real: I’m just the only one not scared to feel [Glitch-Hop Chorus] (Tell me, tell me — who you be?) Who you tryna—who you tryna be today— (Guilt-core! Thrift-fit!) Digital decay Stream it! Meme it! Mute it! Post! Cry on cam with a lavender toast Raise! Your! Voice!—Then delete the post Greenwashed guilt in a recycled coat I’m the bad guy? (Good guess) Truth don’t trend, so lie like the rest To be! (To be!) Determined! Like your spine and your stand To be (To be) Determined! ‘Til you’re caught on cam (Ooh!) You say you’re healing? Here’s a test: Try honesty without the flex [Bridge] You built a palace out of pity Hung portraits made of shame Then locked the doors to anyone Who wouldn’t play the game You want a villain? Then bless your luck I’m dressed to kill and I won’t shut up [Outro] (Tell me, tell me / Who you be — who you be) You want a savior? Or just a screen? You want justice? Or dopamine? You want peace? But not the scream? You want fire— Without the heat? To be determined... But not by you.
