[Verse 1] You crashed my basement show with a “Let’s network!” grin, Snapped a selfie mid-pogo—“Let the clout chase begin!” But my follower count’s just my cat and three exes, Yet you’re selling “us” like I’m some indie flex— What the heck’s your endgame, Mr. Hashtag Friend? [Pre-Chorus] (Chanted with mock-hype energy) Name-drop me in your bio, repost my cringe demos, Act like we’re viral—babe, both our streams are zeros! You’re hustling for clout in a ghost-town crowd, “Collab queen!”—but my crown’s cardboard, screaming loud! [Chorus] You think I’m your ticket, but my name’s in the small print! Your “big break” is a scam, and I’m the trouble you’re in! You’re the CEO of Fake Famous, LLC— Trying to trend off my “hype”… that’s just WiFi, baby! Oh-oh-oh, we’re both Z-list fools! Oh-oh-oh, your ego’s the tool! [Verse 2] You leaked a “secret DM” to some meme page (that’s your aunt), Photoshopped us at Coachella—we played Starbucks, man! Your merch? My face on a tee that’s peeling by Tuesday, “Buy one, get one free—this flop’s a two-for-one cliche!” [Pre-Chorus] Slide into my Stories, “Let’s duet!”—so cringe, You’re a hype man for a nobody, chasing that dopamine ding! “We’re blowing up!”—Bro, my last post got two hearts, One’s my mom, the other’s spam from crypto sharks. [Chorus] You think I’m your ticket, but my name’s in the small print! Your “big break” is a scam, and I’m the trouble you’re in! You’re the CEO of Fake Famous, LLC— Trying to trend off my “hype”… that’s just WiFi, baby! Oh-oh-oh, we’re both Z-list fools! Oh-oh-oh, your ego’s the tool! [Verse 3] Oh wow, what a mind-blowing piece of work, Screaming “I’M THE FUTURE” from some basement merch. “Revolutionary sound”—bro, it’s static at best, You’d sell your soul just to be second-best! [Bridge] “Psst—newsflash, wannabe: I’m no Taylor, just me, Your clout-chasing dreams won’t start with a plea! Keep my name for your damn cringe showcase, At least someone’s watching… even if it’s just bots in space!” [Outro] You’re a living glitch in the influencer matrix— I’m your “claim to fame” in a town of two paychecks! Let’s tour the dive bars of our delulu dreams— “Sold out!”… (if you count the bartender and the beans!)* [Final Chant] FAKE FA-MOUS! CLICKBAIT CLOWN! Your “viral moment”’s just my WiFi cutting out! [scream] Oh wait—did I just boost your stats?!” “Hope this feature pulled you out of the cracks! “Step right up, folks—witness the KING of self-promo!” “Oh no… where’d your spotlight go?!”
