
[VOQUE]_I_WILL_SURFF_U_[도드라기:인간절벽_디스토피아]_2026_AM_1016
Two houses, two houses—I’ve got two houses in my hands. But my phone’s ringing... I’m screwed. What is this? ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. ah~ nah... 속 시끄러워 죽겠네 오우! ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. Im-M-mor-R–rral, F-F-fake comP-pass-S-Sion insincere s-S-S-ympathy, yall (i-sh?) Im-M-mor-R–rral, F-F-fake comP-pass-S-Sion insincere s-S-S-ympathy, yall (i-sh?) Surfing, bumping, pumping, jacking, Pumping, something checking, Sir, fin. Surfing, jacking, surfing, Sir, fin. Pumping, something F.X. Surfing! At first, I had two; I was terrified. Thought I’d go bankrupt after getting hit by a tax bomb. That guy who promised to buy? He went MIA, totally ghosted me. The scam you pulled on me—it makes me seethe all night long. But I got tough; I put the property back on the market. So why are you suddenly coming back from the edge of the universe? What do I do? I need to sell one of these houses. The buyer bailed on me; I’m in a total mess. I shouldn't have let that stupid preliminary deposit tie me up— Not if I’d known my bank account—scraped together to the last penny—would get wiped out. (Phone notification. Vocal chop: “ah~ nah...”) Just go—get out the door! (Get out!) Turn around and leave; you’re a "No-Show"—think about what you’ve done. What do I do? I need to sell one of these houses. The buyer bailed on me; I’m totally screwed! ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. ah~ nah... 속 시끄러워 죽겠네 오우! x2 Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lose it all to auction? Oh, no—not me; my listing is going to survive. Three bedrooms, two baths, and right by the station—I know what I’ve got. There’s a final payment waiting for me, and a new buyer on the horizon. I’m going to close this deal; I’m going to make it—hey, hey! (Backing vocals: “Get out! Get out!”) Surfing, bumping, pumping, jacking, Pumping, something checking, Sir, fin. Surfing, jacking, surfing, Sir, fin. Pumping, something F.X. Surfing! ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. Im-M-mor-R–rral, F-F-fake comP-pass-S-Sion insincere s-S-S-ympathy, yall (i-sh?) I gave it my all to meet that closing deadline, Struggling to pull myself together when I was falling apart. Spent countless nights obsessively checking the market apps, But now I’m making calls and holding my head high with confidence. A new buyer is coming—ready for a direct deal. I’m done begging for attention from a nightmare client like you. Did you think you could just kick the tires and haggle me down? From now on, I’m saving my apartment for someone who’s actually ready to pay! I don't have a pedigree I just prefer things organic I had to find you I had to survive Dark web surfing All night long Now I found you I need surfboard lessons Damn... Surfing dystopia. 나는 월세 60만 My rent, my blood, 600K BUCX! 나는 몬드리아노 합판 파티션 쪽방촌에 살고 있도다 YA NO H? 혼자 사는 것도 창피하고 불편하고 지긋지긋 i’ll go… EYE BALL… 칸막이로 강제분할 쪽방타운 방음시설? no way. 침대 스프링은 116bpm ‘buck sound’야. 아따, 왜 이리 삐걱거려-YA? 누가 들으면 애정행각에 미쳐있는 격동의 변태 같잖냐? 나도 방음설비 필요해. 출산 육아? 축하해. 하지만 나도 스트레스 방어 필요해. 마담. 응? 이게 왜여? he~ee? 연장전이여. yo! 모두를 사랑할 수 없다면 yo!, BUC-X를 가르지도 말았으면 yo!. 적어도 NAH~ 2 B.I.G.MAMA 치킨 세트 보낼 LEVEL, eh? FLEX 필요해. 알잖니? 당신은 위선자야. 사랑이 뭔지 모르잖냐? 도대체 결혼? 어떻게 했냐? 혼자 사는 남자 방 침대 스프링 eh!! 삐걱거리는 이유도 모르잖냐? 잠도 오지 않는 밤, bomb / 정전도 아닌데, heh!! 휴대폰도 shut down. 눈을 감는 내 기분 알 수 있어, 그 기분? shit!! 신던 양말을 입에 물고 what? 들썩이는 이 염통의 피로? nah~!! 누가 인터뷰 좀 해줄래? 바로? nah~!! 나는 단지 잠버릇 스네어!! 좀 유별난 것 뿐이야. 내 버릇. 문제는 합판이잖-nah. nega 틀려먹은-거냐? nah~ 나의 삶 따위 관심 없는 yo? 10미리 합판 따위는 uh? 내 피같은 60만 buck? (mmmh?) 사치라고 생각하거든. (hmmm…) 내 피같은 연애비용, (moooh) 당신이 가져갔다-mon? 나는 결백하다 이거. 당신, 정말 나를 사랑해? poo-H!! ‘ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. ah~ nah... 속 시끄러워 죽겠네 오우!’ x2 Im-M-mor-R–rral, F-F-fake comP-pass-S-Sion insincere s-S-S-ympathy, yall (i-sh?) Im-M-mor-R–rral, F-F-fake comP-pass-S-Sion insincere s-S-S-ympathy, yall (i-sh?) 나는 월세 60만 My rent, my blood, 600K BUCX! 나는 몬드리아노 합판 파티션 쪽방촌에 살고 있도다 YA NO H? I learned surfing. Then I learned surfing. Now I need more surfing. My life is surfing. Surfing. Surfing. More surfing. Dead Link? Fine. I can't surf you. So I'll surf your dad. And if I surf your dad, I'll surf my way back to you. One wave at a time. You became a Dead Link. But every Dead Link creates a Dad Link. If I can't surf you, I'll surf your father. If I surf your father, I'll find your shore. And when I find your shore, I'll find you. Dead Link. Dad Link. No problem. I surfed the dark web. I surfed the deep web. I'll surf your dad. I'll surf your cousins. I'll surf your neighbor's dog. One way or another, I'm surfing my way to you. ah~ nah... suck, sick. getto warz get out. Dead Link? Then Dad Link. Dad Link? Then Surf Link. No signal. More surfing. No answers. More surfing. No escape. More surfing. This isn't a love song. It's a surfing dystopia. Even if you're a Dead Link, and I can't surf my way to you, I'll surf your dad first. “ah~ nah...”

