[Intro] Yeah… don’t look too close. You might collapse the wave. [Verse 1] I’m in a box with a paradox, chillin’ like a thought experiment, Flip the lid a little bit — boom — now I’m evident. You say rizz is dead? Cute — that’s a measurement. I stay both smooth and irrelevant — elegant negligence. I’m vibin’ in a waveform, unbothered and untamed, Your eyes hit the frame — suddenly I’m flame. Before you looked? I was loafing in the game, Now I’m in your chatlog like, “Girl, remember my name.” [Pre-Chorus] You think it’s luck? Nah — it’s physics with a twist. I don’t shoot my shot — I probabilistically exist. [Chorus] Schrödinger’s Rizz — open the box, I’m still pulling. Your guess flips the script — whole vibe starts re-collapsing. Am I on? Am I off? Tell your stare to pick a ruling. ‘Cause I’m both mid and immaculate ‘til you make it happen. [Verse 2] You said “Rizz is cringe now” — wow, bold assertion, But watch it resurrect in superposition. Charm don’t die — it waits in suspension, Peeking at your pupils for collapse permission. I’m a quantum-level compliment, coded and precise, A lil’ wave-particle type of dude — roll the dice. When you think I’m smooth? I am. When you don’t? I’m nice. Your interpretation finishes the spice. [Pre-Chorus] You think it’s luck? Nah — it’s physics with a twist. I don’t shoot my shot — I probabilistically exist. [Chorus] Schrödinger’s Rizz — open the box, I’m still pulling. Your guess flips the script — whole vibe starts re-collapsing. Am I on? Am I off? Tell your stare to pick a ruling. ‘Cause I’m both mid and immaculate ‘til you make it happen. [Bridge] Don’t observe me yet — I’m vibin’ in the blur. Every maybe turns to “sure” the second that you infer. I collapse into whatever version you prefer — Quantum flirt, certified rizz connoisseur. [Outro] Close the box again — I’m chillin’ in the mist. Open it tomorrow — same song, same twist: Rizz isn’t dead — it’s just unobserved on your list. But you peek one more time… and suddenly I exist.
