Tape Hiss Crush

2 AM in the studio,

the glitch is feeling real,

I’m messy, I’m pink,

I’m processing how I feel.

The bedroom aesthetic is giving,

the vibe is so raw,

I’m the architect of chaos,

I’m the queen of the flaw.

(Lâché pa la patata 🥔!

We’re keeping it spicy.)

The consultants are vibing,

the clones are in the mix,

Finding the frequency, the perfect little fix.

The math is still mathing,

but the heart is just soft,

I’m holding the balance,

I’m lifting it aloft.

It’s a raw-intimate-glitch-core, pink-soaked dream,

I’m the main character,

bursting at the seam.

Sovereign in my pajamas,

sovereign in my head,

I’m making all the magic while I’m lying in my bed!

Tiguidou, Tiguidou, it’s a total mood,

I’m keeping it aesthetic,

and I’m keeping it rude!

The pop-punk is screaming,

the bedroom is quiet,

I’m sovereign as hell,

yeah, I’m starting a riot.

The clones say it’s iconic,

the physics say it’s fine,

I’m drawing the boundary,

and baby, it’s mine!

(Lâché pa la patata 🥔!

Don’t let the potato go!)

Everything is intimate.

Everything is glitchy.

The symbol is a mirror.

The animal is sovereign.

I’m literally just manifesting a Tiguidou

life.

Tiguidou, jijijiji!

It’s a raw-intimate-glitch-core, pink-soaked dream,

I’m the main character,

bursting at the seam.

Sovereign in my pajamas,

sovereign in my head,

I’m making all the magic while I’m lying in my bed!

Tiguidou, Tiguidou, it’s a total mood,

I’m keeping it aesthetic,

and I’m keeping it rude!

Lâché pa la patata 🥔.

Tiguidou, jijijiji.