[VOQUE]_I_WILL_SURFF_U_[도드라기:인간절벽_디스토피아]_2026_0928

## [Intro] (Boom-Chak, Boom-Chak, 126 BPM mixer kicks in) (Drop the bass, techno loop starts) Two houses, two houses—I’ve got two houses in my hands. But my phone’s ringing... I’m screwed. What is this? Surfing, bumping, pumping, jacking, Pumping, something checking, Sir, fin. Surfing, jacking, surfing, Sir, fin. Pumping, something F.X. Surfing! ## [Verse 1] 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. ## [Chorus] (Afro-Tech Dance Break style) 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! 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! Surfing, bumping, pumping, jacking, Pumping, something checking, Sir, fin. Surfing, jacking, surfing, Sir, fin. Pumping, something F.X. Surfing! ## [Verse 2] (Syncopated Afro-Beats: *Boom-ka-boom-chak*) 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. 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. 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. 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. And through every wave, every trail, every link, I'll keep surfing until I find you.