[INTRO — meter click + chopped vocal + sub pulse] Tax… tax… she— She-she-she tax. Meter running. Click. Click. Click. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Wrist out, bottle on the table, She counts quiet, never labels. One song, two if you’re able, Tip comes short? She clocks the angle. Don’t say chill. Don’t say wait. Don’t say later. That’s too late. She already clocked your face, Smile pretty— That’s she tax. Neon on the pole like a warning, Dream-pink bleeding into orange. Record skips, then the beat finds home, She sits down— Now you’re not alone. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — tension rising] She ain’t ask. She already knows. Lights hit— Then the price shows. You can look. You can stall. Soon as she sits— That’s the law. ⸻ [CHORUS — heavy bass + gang vocal] THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! You knew the price when she sat. Can’t take it back— That’s she tax. Pay that. That’s she tax! THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! Don’t do the math. Just relax. If you’re in here, That’s the pact. Pay that. That’s she tax! ⸻ [POST-CHORUS — chopped vocal] She-she-she— Tax. Click-click— Meter running. She-she-she— Tax. Don’t blink. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — darker, more rhythmic] Second song— She don’t reset. Same eyes, Heavier debt. You talk sweet, She collects. Punk bass underneath A church-pad wreck. Glitch in the light— Her face splits twice. Left side heaven. Right side price. Old breakbeat cuts through chrome, Ghost in the bones— Leave the name off the mic. Don’t fold early. Don’t act brand new. This the booth Where the night comes due. If you’re short, She already knew. Smile anyway— That’s she tax too. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] She ain’t ask. She already knows. Lights hit— Then the price shows. You can look. You can stall. Soon as she sits— That’s the law. ⸻ [CHORUS] THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! You knew the price when she sat. Can’t take it back— That’s she tax. Pay that. That’s she tax! THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! Don’t do the math. Just relax. If you’re in here, That’s the pact. Pay that. That’s she tax! ⸻ [BRIDGE — drums disappear, meter remains] I don’t owe the speech. I owe the spin. Clock on the wall. I still don’t end. You can call it cute. You can call it sin. I call it mine When the lights go dim. Don’t explain the dance. Don’t translate. If it’s hitting— Let it stay. I can clock out. I can stay. Either way— You’re gonna pay. ⸻ [BUILD — meter accelerates] Click. Click. Click-click. Tax. Click. Click. She-she-she— TAX! ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — maximum density] THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! You knew the price when she sat. Can’t take it back— That’s she tax! Pay that! THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! THAT’S SHE TAX! Don’t do the math. Just relax. If you’re in here— THAT’S THE PACT! Pay that! Pay that! THAT’S SHE TAX! ⸻ [OUTRO — beat collapses to meter + sub] Tax… She-she-she… Tax… Click. Click. Click. Meter’s still running.
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