[Intro — Spoken, dry, cinematic synth swell] Every morning I wake up Expecting an opening sequence. Instead I get an email. From my electricity provider. Very disrespectful. [Verse 1 — Bratty talk-rap, elastic bass] Walk into the kitchen like I’m entering a scene Hair doing something expensive, wearing yesterday’s jeans I deserve a soundtrack, maybe violins Instead the washing machine starts spinning again Got a runway walk for a grocery store aisle Spent twelve minutes choosing olives, left without buying My life needs a director, someone call the crew There’s a sock in my handbag, I don’t know whose [Pre-Chorus — Bass cuts, mock-dramatic] Where’s my spotlight? Where’s my entrance? Why is my bank app sending threats? I used to have a whole production team. Now it’s me. And a laundry basket. [Chorus — Big, catchy unison chants, bouncing 808] Main character energy Background character salary Walking like a celebrity Paying for my own delivery Big dreams, small budget Want the world, can’t fund it Main character energy Background character salary! (BIG STAR!) Little apartment! (BIG DREAMS!) Payment declined! I’m the leading lady In a very cheap production! [Verse 2 — Playful double-time, dry snare] Got three subscriptions I forgot I own One’s for meditation, never used it once Netflix wants money, my cloud wants more Even my storage has a monthly fee now I want designer shoes, I need detergent My shopping cart is having an emergency Used to get free things just for saying they’re cute Now I buy my own shampoo, honestly rude [Pre-Chorus — Spoken, teasing] I’m not broke. I’m between sponsorships. Permanently. That’s a business model. A terrible one. But still. [Chorus — Full, stacked ad-libs] Main character energy Background character salary Walking like a celebrity Paying for my own delivery Big dreams, small budget Want the world, can’t fund it Main character energy Background character salary! [Bridge — Sparse bass, intimate deadpan] I used to have people fixing my lighting. Now I stand near the fridge Because the bulb makes my skin look good. Mr Biscuit is my manager. He’s terrible. No contacts, no strategy. One pink button eye. Still better than my last agency. [Final Chorus — Explosive, playful vocal chops] Main character energy (MAIN CHARACTER!) Background character salary (NO MONEY!) Walking like a celebrity Paying for my own delivery Big dreams, small budget Want the world, can’t fund it Main character energy Background character salary! [Outro — Spoken, bass fading] Anyway. My laundry’s done. The dramatic entrance can wait. …Where’s that other sock? Seriously. Whose sock is this?
