Pink Static Submission

Played it cool, watched you break the rules straight Hoping you didn't

want the weight, didn't want the fate Now you’re running,

vanish in the city light

Fake smiles, cold medicine,

Thursday night

It’s a mess, but the system’s still tracking the beat Damage is

verified, moving on to the street

Maybe I can manage,

but the damage is logged Lavish living ended,

now the memory’s fogged Wasted energy,

yeah, the audit is lean I do my best to manage the

ghost in the machine La,

la, la-la... but the damage remains

The code is rewritten,

despite all the pains

Why you pulling up now that the bread is up?

Trying to fuck the head up,

filling the cup

Don't want to waste time,

don't want to spill

Love is a glitch,

I’m over the hill

Running through the city,

the damage is old

I’m writing the narrative,

I’m taking control

Manage the wreckage. Audit the scars.

You did the damage.

I did the repair.

La, la, la-la... 100% Tiguidou.

The damage

is part of

the design.