[Intro – male voice, spoken, over a bare piano] Higgsie, where you at? (female voice, calm, half asleep) She's probably sleeping. Higgsie! Where you at? (female voice) ...She's definitely sleeping. (male voice, warm) My brothers. This is for you. Nash and Picklerick. [Verse 1 – male rap, hard] Nash in the thread and he's typing in caps, Screenshots loaded, he's laying out facts, "Look at them numbers, they jumped overnight, Four hundred comments and none of them right." Same three words on a copy-paste loop, He's counting them up like he's running the booth, Says, "I'm not hating, I'm asking for truth, You say it's all real? Then show me the proof." [Verse 2 – male rap, harder] Picklerick's in and he's swinging right back, "Check your own page before you attack, You want receipts? I got folders of those, Your comments got more bots than a factory floor." Mods on mute, the whole server's awake, Popcorn emojis for every mistake, One says spam and the other says fake, Both yelling "proof" with a film at stake. [Chorus – female vocal, calm, sung] Show me the proof, show me it's real, All of this noise for a festival reel. Scroll through the night, nobody wins, Higgsie's asleep, here we go again. [Verse 3 – male rap, fast] Refresh, refresh, the counter goes mad, Every new comment's a jab or a stab, Timestamps, usernames, circled in red, Detectives at 3 a.m. losing their heads. Nash says, "Explain it," Rick says, "You first," Each one convinced that the other one's worse, Tag the mods twice, tag the mods three, Higgsie, where you at? Come referee. [Chorus – female vocal, calm, sung] Show me the proof, show me it's real, All of this noise for a festival reel. Scroll through the night, nobody wins, Higgsie's asleep, here we go again. [Outro – female vocal, soft, slow] Put down the phone. Say you love me. Say you love me. (male voice, quiet) ...Higgsie?
