[Intro – whispered with distortion over palm-muted guitar] "On Wednesdays, we wear… armor." "And lip gloss. Lots of it." [drum stick click – 1, 2, 3, 4!] [Verse 1 – Bliss lead vocals] 🎶 She walked in with that plastic crown, A burn book smile and a perfect frown. Queen of shade, ice-cold stare— Regeena’s world, we just breathe her air. Hallway jungle, high heel fight, Glitter daggers in the lunchroom light. They say I can’t sit here—guess what, I stood. Wrote my own rules, and damn, they look good. [Pre-Chorus – Kitten & Sweets harmony] 🎶 She said fetch would never happen—well… We made it trend before the bell. You try to break us with your glare? We bring thunder static to your hair. [Chorus – Full band, loud and slamming] 🎶 We’re too real to play your game, Too bright to dim, too wild to tame. You think you’re fire? We’re the sun— Burning hotter, having fun. You threw shade—now we shine. Tried to cut us, but we define. We’re not cruel, just iconic appeal— Not mean, babe... too mean to be real. [Verse 2 – Kismet & Calamity trade off] 🎶 I’d rather ride the chaos wave, Than beg a Barbie for her praise. I’m Janis with a glam guitar, I don’t need your clique to be a star. Y’all chase crowns, I chase sound— Your hallway court? I’ll tear it down. Who needs Aaron, or Glen Coco’s note? We bring the heat in leather coats. [Bridge – Sweets, with cheeky spoken lines & bounce beat] 🎶 (“Get in loser—we’re rewriting the script.”) Five candy hearts and one hell of a kick. We roll in style, we rock in heels, We bend the rules just like the deals. You want plastics? We want real. You want cliques? We want feels. But if you cross us, take the hit— We’ll make you famous. Just a bit. 😉 [Final Chorus – big, layered vocals, crowd claps] 🎶 We’re too real to play your game, Too bold to fake, too wild to name. Your rules are cute, but we appeal— Not mean, babe… too mean to be real. We sparkle sharp and laugh too loud, We wear weird stuff and draw a crowd. So get your burn book, strike a pose— We’re legends, honey—everyone knows. [Outro – Bliss whispers with echo] (That’s so fetch.) [guitar slides down, feedback hums out]
