(Flirty rap) Burning sage in my bedroom, Canโt remember why, Talking to my crystals, They just blink real slow and sigh. Ancient soul in yoga pants, Cosmic debts and student loans, I can read your aura colors, But I still hate using phones. I know past, present, future, I know karma, I know fate, But Iโm overwhelmed by emails And the state of the world today. Third eye wide, pupils fried, Trying to stay kind and alive, I see God in everything, Including my anxiety. (Breakdown fast rap) Yeahโฆ Third eye open, mascara runninโ, Ancient soul but my rent still cominโ. Got a blunt in my hand and a god in my chest, Whole damn universe sittinโ on my stress. Look cute, feel cursed, stay blessed, stay tired, Pretty little prophet but my brain on fire. Know your past life trauma, know your inner child, Still cry in the mirror like, โWhy am I like this now?โ I donโt need approval, I need isolation, Silence, hydration, and mild sedation. Talk to angels daily, they tell me, โSlow down,โ But I got a destiny and a nervous breakdown. Soft voice, sharp tongue, velvet threat, Sad girl stare, but I never forget. If I go quiet, Iโm not insecure, Iโm just busy being more than human, for sure. High Priestess but make it stressed, Catgirl god in a lacey dress. Stoned goddess, baddie aura, Still spiralinโ over unread messages. Read your chart, read your fate, read your mind, Canโt decide what to eat, still divine. Iโm aligned, Iโm aligned, Iโm aligned, I guess, Just emotionally complex and cosmically stressed. (flirty vocals) Yeah, Third eye fried, but it still work, Ancient being in a crop top shirt, Know your trauma and your past life curse, Still canโt decide what I want for dessert. Read your soul, read your chart, read your vibe, Canโt reply to a text to save my life, Iโm divine, Iโm divine, Iโm divine, Iโm divine, But I cried over nothing like five times. High priestess, but make it feral, Cat ears on, existential peril, I talk to gods, they leave me on read, So I talk to my cat instead. High Purr-iestressโฆ High Purr-iestressโฆ Meowโฆ Breatheโฆ Meowโฆ Breatheโฆ Iโm the High Purr-iestress, Stoned in my temple dress, Third eye open, Life still stressful as hell, I guess. Iโm the High Purr-iestress, Purring through the mess, Divine, divine, But I still need a nap and stress less. I can open portals, But I canโt open mail, I can channel ancestors, But I still hate myself. I know the secrets of the universe, The keys, the codes, the math, But sometimes I just wanna smoke a bowl And pet my cat. prrr grrr (layered Singing) High Purr-iestress, High Purr-iestress, Manifesting peace, Still chronically stressed. High Purr-iestress, High Purr-iestress, Blessed, depressed, But spiritually dressed. Iโm the High Purr-iestress, Stoned in my temple dress, Third eye open, Life still stressful as hell, I guess. Iโm the High Purr-iestress, Purring through the mess, Divine, divine, But I still need a nap and less.
