[Verse 1] She crawled from concrete veins, a fistful of rust, To Hollywood’s neon, where trust is a bust. A smile cut sharp, a silhouette sold— “Teeth, hips, and a whisper—” her currency cold. The moguls leaned in, their checks signed in lust, While she mapped their vices like lines in the dust. A queen in a cage, but the keys were her own, “It never comes easy when you’re digging for gold.” [Chorus 1] She didn’t make it this far by just Dirty hands—no, she played their demands. Cinderella’s glass sliver? She cracked it for cash. Now she rocks stilettos that bleed as they clash. Six figures dancing on three-day deceit, A empire of silk where the bruises don’t speak. The Wicked Witch cackles, “Your morals? I’ll fold— You gotta get filthy when you’re digging for gold.” [Verse 2] Boardroom to bedroom, her contracts were skin, Inked vows with the devil, let the choir begin. A senator’s secret, a tycoon’s disgrace— She bottled their shame, sold it back as perfume. “Darling, you want absolution? That’s extra,” she’d croon, Her ledger stacked high with the vows they’d erase. The price of a soul? She laughed, “Cheap to hold— You gotta get ruthless when you’re digging for gold.” [Chorus 2] She didn’t climb this high by just Dirty palms—no, she broke the psalm. Cinderella’s crown? She pawned it for coke. Now she spins their guilt into stockholder notes. Six-zero-zero-K, but the interest won’t sleep, A throne built on tremors where the hypocrites creep. The Witch smirks, “Honey, your story’s been told— You gotta get vicious when you’re digging for gold.” [Bridge] The tabloids scream GUILTY, but the jury’s been bought— “Another starlet’s truth? Just a footnote in court.” The gavel came down with a wink, not a fight, “The judge tipped his scale… guess he liked last night.” [Post-Bridge] [Whispered] “Fame’s a rented room… You pay till you’re through.” [Final Chorus] She didn’t reign this long by just Dirty schemes—no, she drowned their dreams. Cinderella’s ghost? She buried in chrome. Now the spotlight’s a noose, and the debt’s climbed her throne. Six feet from the penthouse, the fall’s overdue— What’s a crown worth when it’s built on you? The Witch sighs, “Darling, even legends grow old… You gotta keep bleeding when you’re digging for gold.” [Outro Riff] Shake her money maker till the walls cave in, Shake till the lies can’t hide where she’s been— The gold’s just pyrite, but hell, it’s her name, Scorched in the neon, no savior, no shame
