[Verse 1] Shoes off, tray slide, belt crawl line, sudden breeze on busted spine. I glance—oh no—toe like an eye, staring through wool at public sky. [Pre-Chorus] Sweat bloom, foot doom—nuh-uh—stay cool; pretend this rip is high fashion, fool. [Chorus] Sock hole at T-S-A—don’t stare, big toe winks like it wants air. If dignity boards, I’ll miss that flight— wiggle, grin, fake runway light. [Post-Chorus] Ha—HA—heel tap—shuffle-shift—“it’s fine.” [Verse 2] Carpet sticky, latte grave, my toe peeks out like “hey, behave.” Neighbor sniffs, I play it chill, foot funk humming minor thrill. [Pre-Chorus] I tuck, I curl, I hide the sin— hole says “peek-a-boo,” pops again. [Break / Build] (PA barks:) “Laptops in a separate bin.” (Agent:) “Step forward.” Palms sweat, thin. Belt hums low, crowd goes hush; I gulp—“go.” [Drop] (Beat slams back; the checkpoint answers.) [Verse 3] Kid points loud: “Mom, she’s broke!” Dad chuckles, tries not to choke. I pose like catwalk gate C-nine, toe does jazz—bah-OW—headline. [Bridge / Rap] Left sock wounded, right sock smug, boarding pass tastes like stress and rug. I chant “maintain”—shuffle-glide, own the hole like branded pride. [Verse 4] Agent squints, stamps my fate, says “nice… ventilation, mate.” I wink: “limited edition tear,” he waves me through like billionaire. [Double Chorus] Sock hole at T-S-A—don’t stare, big toe winks like it wants air. If dignity boards, I’ll miss that flight— wiggle, grin, fake runway light. Sock hole at T-S-A—gate fame, paparazzi carpet shame. I strut that rip like couture night— pose, pivot, vanish right. [Tag / Outro] (PA:) “Final call.” I sprint—toe out, heart loud—made it.
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