[Verse 1] My mirror mans the door with a deadpan grin, Says, “Nice suit, slick, who the fuck let you in?” I built this whole joint from a busted-up dream, Now my name on the neon looks stitched at the seam. [Verse 2] My résumé’s a ransom note, cut out of praise, I hold my own talent hostage for days. Got cheers in my pockets; they trip every scan, Guard goes, “Damn, you your own biggest fan?” [Pre-Chorus 1] I slip past the rope with a limp and a grin, My panic screams “Stop!” but the drums let me in. My halo’s a headlamp, all cracked-up glass, Still lights up the stairs as I drag my ass. [Chorus 1] I own the damn club, still get charged for my fame, My mirror runs the door, keeps butchering my name. VIP pass says “PROBABLY A FRAUD,” The squad cuffs my halo each time they applaud. Every “you killed it” comes dressed as a threat, So I hide the damn body and call it a debt. Bass kicks the lock till the floorboards crack, I bribe my own shadow to sneak through the back. [Verse 3] The DJ spins records; my record’s on trial, I plead “not a genius” in perfect denial. Confetti’s subpoena-white, swirling down slow, My medal’s a snitch going, “Keep it on the low.” [Verse 4] My inner critic’s a chef with Michelin stars, Serves five-course self-doubt out of mayonnaise jars. Each “you’re a natural” gets marked as a lie, By a pigeon in pinstripes with a clip-on tie. [Pre-Chorus 2] I slip past the rope with a limp and a grin, My panic screams “Stop!” but the drums let me in. My halo’s a headlamp, all cracked-up glass, Still lights up the stairs as I drag my ass. [Chorus 2] I own the damn club, still get charged for my fame, My mirror runs the door, keeps butchering my name. VIP pass says “PROBABLY A FRAUD,” The squad cuffs my halo each time they applaud. Every “you killed it” comes dressed as a threat, So I hide the damn body and call it a debt. Bass kicks the lock till the floorboards crack, I bribe my own shadow to sneak through the back. [Bridge] I yank off the bouncer’s ridiculous mask, Same eyes, same scars, same impossible task. He goes, “I just enforce what you write,” Hands me the pen like a switchblade at night. His badge reads “SECURITY ME,” His gun is a stapler; the ammo is free. He sells me my fear with a five-star review, I leave him one star, stroll straight past the queue. [Pre-Chorus 3] I slip past the rope with a limp and a grin, My panic screams “Stop!” but the drums let me in. My halo’s a headlamp, all cracked-up glass, Still lights up the stairs as I drag my ass. [Chorus 3] I own the damn club, still get charged for my fame, My mirror runs the door, keeps butchering my name. VIP pass says “PROBABLY A FRAUD,” The squad cuffs my halo each time they applaud. Every “you killed it” comes dressed as a threat, So I hide the damn body and call it a debt. Bass kicks the lock till the floorboards crack, I bribe my own shadow to sneak through the back. [Chorus 4] I own the damn club, still get charged for my fame, My mirror runs the door, keeps butchering my name. VIP pass says “PROBABLY A FRAUD,” The squad cuffs my halo each time they applaud. Every “you killed it” comes dressed as a threat, So I hide the damn body and call it a debt. Bass kicks the lock till the floorboards crack, I take the front door with my shadow on my back.
