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We were sold a life in filters, Golden hour, morning rituals. Scrollin’ through someone else’s breakfast, Like it means more than it should. I bought a candle that smells like “peace,” But it’s burnin’ in a room full of stress. Manifesting calm on stories, While my mind’s a cluttered mess. And they say “You’re doing fine,” But I know a script when I see one. We’re just kings in a plastic paradise, Crowned by likes, we roll the dice. Dancing through this neon lie, Pretendin’ we feel alive. I staged my desk, I lit the light, Put a plant where I hide my doubts. Tried to Feng Shui my mental state, But it still keeps burnin’ out. [Bridge: stripped back, whispered vox] We got vision boards and broken dreams, A Pinterest life, split at the seams. We’re just kings in a plastic paradise… But it’s melting in real time.
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We were sold a life in filters, Golden hour, morning rituals. Scrollin’ through someone else’s breakfast, Like it means more than it should. I bought a candle that smells like “peace,” But it’s burnin’ in a room full of stress. Manifesting calm on stories, While my mind’s a cluttered mess. And they say “You’re doing fine,” But I know a script when I see one. We’re just kings in a plastic paradise, Crowned by likes, we roll the dice. Dancing through this neon lie, Pretendin’ we feel alive. I staged my desk, I lit the light, Put a plant where I hide my doubts. Tried to Feng Shui my mental state, But it still keeps burnin’ out. We got vision boards and broken dreams, A Pinterest life, split at the seams. We’re just kings in a plastic paradise… But it’s melting in real time.
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