TRACK: CODE ORANGE (EXTENDED

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Built it on sand, watched the whole thing slide
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
The lead was a lie, the crown was a fraud
Just a small, scared man acting like a god.
(Repeat 2x)
(Verse 1: The Veneer)
Ayo, check the perimeter, seen a ghost in a spray tan
Walking like he’s glitching, yeah, a fragile little clay man
Got that helmet on his head, spun gold, fake shine
Looking like a dandelion past its expiration time
Eyes like two raisins stuck in a pumpkin pie
Under-eye circles white, yeah, we see the lie
The tie’s hanging low, trying to hide the gut
Seventy-nine layers just to keep the mouth shut
Cotton candy hair-do blowing in the breeze
Looking like a thrift store mannequin with the cheese.
(Verse 2: The Failure)
You signed the papers but you couldn't read the room
Building up a kingdom just to seal your own doom
Promised the world but you handed out dust
A leader with a heart made of vanity and rust.
Every bridge you crossed, you left it in flames
Just a billionaire toddler playing power games
The "Art of the Deal"? Nah, the art of the con
The lights are still blinding but the audience is gone.
You sold the soul of the city for a clip on the news
But look at the record—all you do is lose.
(Hook - Repetitive)
Built it on sand, watched the whole thing slide
Nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide
The lead was a lie, the crown was a fraud
Just a small, scared man acting like a god.
(Repeat 2x)
(You ain't a lion, you’re a house cat in a costume
Smelling like mothballs and failure in the boardroom
You’re terrified of the mirror, terrified of the truth
Spent a billion trying to buy back a second of your youth
But the bank is overdrawn and the gold is just paint
A legend in your head, but your reality aint
The "empire" is cardboard, the name is less than a joke
You’re just a loud-mouthed shadow going up in smoke.
They laugh individually at sections of your back
They see the desperation in every cheap attack
You’re the punchline at the gala, the clown in the silk
A sour-glass of ego, expired chunky milk.
(Outro: The Long Fade)
Yeah... look at you now, "Big Man" slowed to a crawl
We hope you break a hundred and thirty trapped in the go.
Cerebral palsy gets the frame locked, frozen in your chair
Just a ghost in a suit with the thinning cheap hair.
The meds don't hit no more, the needles just blunt
No more rallies to run, no more cameras to hunt
Stuck in the silence of a high-rise tomb
While the world moves on and forgets about you .
You’re just a statue made of bad crack, a story we won't tell
Stuck in that chair, shivering...  finally quiet , just old.

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You ain't a lion, you’re a house cat in a costume Smelling like mothballs and failure in the boardroom You’re terrified of the mirror, terrified of the truth Spent a billion trying to buy back a second of your youth But the bank is overdrawn and the gold is just paint A legend in your head, but your reality aint The "empire" is cardboard, the name is less than a joke You’re just a loud-mouthed shadow going up in smoke. They laugh individually at sections of your back They see the desperation in every cheap attack You’re the punchline at the gala, the clown in the silk A sour-glass of ego, expired chunky milk. (Outro: The Long Fade) Yeah... look at you now, "Big Man" slowed to a crawl We hope you break a hundred and thirty trapped in the go. Cerebral palsy gets the frame locked, frozen in your chair Just a ghost in a suit with the thinning cheap hair. The meds don't hit no more, the needles just blunt No more rallies to run, no more cameras to hunt Stuck in the silence of a high-rise tomb While the world moves on and forgets about you . You’re just a statue made of bad crack, a story we won't tell Stuck in that chair, shivering... finally quiet , just old. Built it on sand, watched the whole thing slide Nowhere to run nowhere to hide The lead was a lie, the crown was a fraud Just a small, scared man acting like a god. (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1: The Veneer) Ayo, check the perimeter, seen a ghost in a spray tan Walking like he’s glitching, yeah, a fragile little clay man Got that helmet on his head, spun gold, fake shine Looking like a dandelion past its expiration time Eyes like two raisins stuck in a pumpkin pie Under-eye circles white, yeah, we see the lie The tie’s hanging low, trying to hide the gut Seventy-nine layers just to keep the mouth shut Cotton candy hair-do blowing in the breeze Looking like a thrift store mannequin with the cheese. (Verse 2: The Failure) You signed the papers but you couldn't read the room Building up a kingdom just to seal your own doom Promised the world but you handed out dust A leader with a heart made of vanity and rust. Every bridge you crossed, you left it in flames Just a billionaire toddler playing power games The "Art of the Deal"? Nah, the art of the con The lights are still blinding but the audience is gone. You sold the soul of the city for a clip on the news But look at the record—all you do is lose. (Hook - Repetitive) Built it on sand, watched the whole thing slide Nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide The lead was a lie, the crown was a fraud Just a small, scared man acting like a god. (Repeat 2x) (You ain't a lion, you’re a house cat in a costume Smelling like mothballs and failure in the boardroom You’re terrified of the mirror, terrified of the truth Spent a billion trying to buy back a second of your youth But the bank is overdrawn and the gold is just paint A legend in your head, but your reality aint The "empire" is cardboard, the name is less than a joke You’re just a loud-mouthed shadow going up in smoke. They laugh individually at sections of your back They see the desperation in every cheap attack You’re the punchline at the gala, the clown in the silk A sour-glass of ego, expired chunky milk. (Outro: The Long Fade) Yeah... look at you now, "Big Man" slowed to a crawl We hope you break a hundred and thirty trapped in the go. Cerebral palsy gets the frame locked, frozen in your chair Just a ghost in a suit with the thinning cheap hair. The meds don't hit no more, the needles just blunt No more rallies to run, no more cameras to hunt Stuck in the silence of a high-rise tomb While the world moves on and forgets about you . You’re just a statue made of bad crack, a story we won't tell Stuck in that chair, shivering... finally quiet , just old.

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