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Four hundred eighty-eight, the glitter hides the sting,
Dueña de la amargura,
ruling everything. J’suis couverte de paillettes,
mais mon cœur est glacé,
Troppo tardi per voi,
il mio piatto è stracolmo di guai.
Fulgor amarus.
I am the glitter,
the plate that’s too full,
Dueña del caos, feeling the pull.
Je suis la souveraine qui danse en étant amère,
Nessuna attenzione, la mia vita è una guerra intera.
Paradoxum splendens.
No cap, it’s the bitterness,
the paralyzing light, Reclamando mi espacio,
hiding from your sight.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est ma propre paralyse,
I’m 4K glitter-bitter, sovereign,
and precise.
Splendor in solitudine.
It ate, the mention—no crumbs of the care,
Soy la soberana, walking on air.
Je suis la souveraine qui préfère être seule,
And that’s the real vibe,
the glittery howl.
I am the glitter,
the plate that’s too full,
Dueña del caos, feeling the pull.
Je suis la souveraine qui danse en étant amère,
Nessuna attenzione, la mia vita è una guerra intera.
Paradoxum splendens. 100% Tiguidou.
Paillettes. Paillettes. Fulgor. Tiguidou.