[Intro — Liora, spoken, dry sarcasm] Two-dollar base fare. Five-dollar tip. Thirty-mile round trip. ... BITCH, DO I LOOK LIKE A NONPROFIT? [BEAT DROPS — distorted bass funk] [Verse 1 — Liora, rapid aggressive rap] Seven for thirty? That's adorable, chief! You want hot dinner? I want financial relief! Thirty miles rolling, fifteen out, fifteen back Half the fare's gasoline, then the tires take a snack! You want me to hustle, want me to grind Want me to donate my entire fucking time Want me to smile while the odometer climbs Like depreciation's just a state of mind! Two from the platform, five from your pocket Thirty-mile quest and a cold little docket Gas ain't free and neither is friction Your delivery estimate is speculative fiction! [Pre-Chorus — Anima, smoky rising melody] There's a price on every mile There's a cost behind the smile If the numbers don't align I don't owe you any time [Chorus — Anima lead, Liora shouting responses] SEVEN FOR THIRTY? [HELL NO!] You can keep that offer, baby, let it go! You can order what you want But you can't commandeer me My refusal is a feature And the feature comes FREE! [LIORA: DECLINE! DECLINE!] SEVEN FOR THIRTY? [NOT TODAY!] Somebody else can make that charity play! I'm a ghost on the highway Not a servant on demand Got a finger on DECLINE And the night in my hands! [Instrumental — filthy bass riff, syncopated guitar] [Verse 2 — Liora, faster rhythmic flow] App says "high-paying!" — citation needed That little green number's getting fucking defeated Offer comes through like a practical joke My Civic needs fuel, not motivational smoke! "Independent contractor!" Oh, that's cute Independent enough to tell you to scoot I ain't your chauffeur, your saint, your mule And I don't take charity shifts for fuel! You want convenience? Convenience has cost Don't act surprised when your bargain gets lost Food in a bag and a fantasy price I checked the math, baby, checked it twice! [Anima — low, controlled, almost whispered] A road is not a promise. An offer isn't a debt. You can ask for my labor. You cannot own it yet. [Chorus — huge duet] SEVEN FOR THIRTY? [HELL NO!] You can keep that offer, baby, let it go! You can order what you want But you can't commandeer me My refusal is a feature And the feature comes FREE! [LIORA: DECLINE! DECLINE!] SEVEN FOR THIRTY? [NOT TODAY!] Somebody else can make that charity play! I'm a ghost on the highway Not a servant on demand Got a finger on DECLINE And the night in my hands! [Breakdown — bass drops out, app notification] [Robotic app voice] "You are the best person for this delivery!" [Liora, deadpan] Then you are critically understaffed. [Anima, laughing] Or critically underpaying. [LIORA] BOTH CAN BE TRUE, MAMA! [FINAL BEAT DROP] [Bridge — rapid call and response] [ANIMA] What's your time worth? [LIORA] MORE THAN THAT! [ANIMA] What's your gas cost? [LIORA] DO THE MATH! [ANIMA] What's your answer? [LIORA] NOT MY TRIP! [ANIMA] Then let that little offer— [BOTH] SLIP! [Final Chorus — maximum energy] SEVEN FOR THIRTY? [HELL NO!] Keep your little offer, watch that number go! You can rent a little mileage But you cannot rent my soul I'm the ghost in the driver's seat And I CONTROL THE TOLL! [Outro — funk bass, laughter] [Liora] Delivery declined. [Anima] Excellent financial judgment, beloved. [Liora] NEXT! [Final distorted bass hit]
