slips through 🍩 (Remix)

[Instrumental Intro] - -- --- [Verse 1] Tick-tock, TikToK, time plays dead, dancin’ like a why-no with a hole in the head. Blood moon hums a broken tune, chasin' your halo and popped my blue balloon. Mirrors don’t lie, but they sure don’t care, show me the future with a jaundice glare (slips through). Falling on, spiraling off, Ain't no bidet when your world's in a loft. [Pre-Chorus] Hold up, wait... let me calibrate... My past is a mask but the thread’s not aged. Bury that truth but it won’t stay down, it’sa comin’ back like a lost-n-found (slips through). [Chorus] A generation starts a trend (reimagination), and every trend starts a reimagination (generation). Every reimagination starts a generation (trend), Then every generation starts a trend (reimagination)... [Instrumental Interlude] --- [Verse 2] Pyrite and glitter, salt volcano and lights, Crumbles like a cookie left out all night. This jigsaw fantasy don’t fit with the fame, when y'all magically change shape after called by name. What’s real? What’s fake? Tumbleweeds question my mental state (slips through). Chasing days on the weekend's advise, as idle hands randomly hire out mice. - [Bridge] A puppet fumfers to a radio host, sophisticated talkin’ like they know the most. Every lie is paper-thin, But it's the cuts that pull you in (slips through). [Instrumental Bridge] - -- --- [Chorus] A generation starts a trend (reimagination), and every trend starts a reimagination (generation). Every reimagination starts a generation (trend), Then every generation starts a trend (reimagination)... [Instrumental] ... .. . [Outro] Tick-tock, TikToK, Yeah... yeah (slips through)... Like a ten you almost knew... Like a seven with no punchline... Like a four with no room behind... [Instrumental Ending] ...