[Intro – Spoken] “Hi bestie… it’s me. Energy? Elevated. Boundaries? Nonexistent. My aura’s sponsored.” [Verse 1] Like— o-m-g, I just woke up looking fab, Coconut candle, affirmations, glitch. Hydrated? Barely. Vibin’? Always. Told my therapist, “I monetize my trauma now, slay.” Starbucks run in a full-face beat, Manifest parking, never a seat. Say “I’m chill” with designer rage, Life’s a brand deal, I’m the page. [Pre-Chorus] My vibe? Unemployed but expensive. My mind? Private jet defensive. Talk slow, eyes glazed, say “literally me,” Every word a marketing degree. [Chorus] 💄 Slay bish, I don’t chase — I attract, Hot girl logic, no need to fact-check that. Glow so loud, the sun logs off, Delulu is the new Madoff. Slay bish — I am the trend, Even my shadow has a close friend. [Verse 2] Clean girl? Messy core. Soft launch every situationship war. Cry cute on Stories, sell a scented candle, My red flags come with a PR handle. Every DM’s a networking ploy, Every ex is “just a boy.” Love language? Repost me. Healing arc via brand collab tea. [Bridge – Spoken like a voice note] “Honestly, babe… if you can’t handle my frequency, you’re not on my timeline. Like, it’s not ego — it’s alignment.” [Final Chorus] 💄 Slay bish, keep the flash on me, L.A. angel with a ring light degree. Pray for my haters, they low-vibe still, Plastic maybe — but the credit’s real. Slay bish — I glow, I sell, I preach, Born to influence, die on the beach.
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