[Verse 1] You light your sage Then lick the screen Call that a cleanse I call it obscene Spit on your arm Say it’s “removing the spell” Girl that’s not energy That’s just you… being yourself Deck in your hand like a plastic crown Shuffle up trauma Then drag it all down You talk about “wounds” like you’re not the scar From way over here Diva I can smell that avatar [Chorus] Oh Chosen one with the spit-shine halo Pleiadean princess of the hate-show Tarot table But it’s all your monologue Every card says “worship my vlog” You call it guidance I call it a rant “High priestess” of the comment section tantrum Crown yourself queen of the whole timeline While you spit-clean your ego till it sparkles and shines [Verse 2] “Divine feminine” with a concrete heart Every read’s a roast You call it “shadow work art” Men are the monster Feelings are weak Funny how brave you get yelling at a screen once a week Say you’re a council from some distant star But your signal drops when the ad rolls are You preach about love Then swing like a bat If heaven sent you They’re gonna want a refund on that [Chorus] Oh Chosen one with the spit-shine halo Pleiadean princess of the hate-show Tarot table But it’s all your monologue Every card says “worship my vlog” You call it guidance I call it a rant “High priestess” of the comment section tantrum Crown yourself queen of the whole timeline While you spit-clean your ego till it sparkles and shines [Bridge] [Beat drops Vocal half-whispered Taunting] Flip another card (It’s you again) Pull another spread (Still you again) Ask the universe a simple “when” Answer every question with “look at me Amen” [Chorus] Oh Chosen one with the spit-shine halo Pleiadean princess of the hate-show Tarot table But it’s all your monologue Every card says “worship my vlog” You call it guidance I call it a rant “High priestess” of the comment section tantrum Crown yourself queen of the whole timeline While you spit-clean your ego till it sparkles and shines
