[()] run it

I could chase that supernova, chart tricks in the feed,

Buy a glass hill palace off a viral stampede.

But I’d have to kiss rings I don’t even believe—

Smile in a snakepit just to say that I “succeeded.”

My people say I’m different, that I glitch when I speak,

Like I’m coding up a sermon in a language too sleek.

They call it “losing it,” but I call it release—

I just debug the noise till the signals increase.

I don’t need your hills with a pool on mute,

I need my masters, my name, and the truth.

If the crowd feels seen when the chorus hits,

Then I’m good with the life that the light commits.

Sunny but shady—two-tone shine,

Golden in the daylight, noir at night.

Brain like a factory, belts in time—

Robot snakes doing laps in my mind.

Sunny but shady—hybrid design,

Halo in the chaos, shadow refined.

Keep it in pocket, keep edges aligned—

Robot snakes holding tracks in my mind.

How do I talk to you without selling a lie?

You cute, I bite the lyric, you taste the reply.

We’re not the same page—maybe not the same spine—

But I won’t bend the font just to make you mine.

Deadlines on the table and a run to the bank,

I got love in a draft and a chorus to crank.

Questions pile up like receipts in a tray,

I’ll answer when I can—right now I gotta create.

Two-tone, two-tone, keep it aligned,

Chrome serpents coil, keep time in my mind.

I don’t do the dance for a counterfeit clique,

Don’t barter my voice for an algorithmic fix.

I’d rather move fewer but move ‘em for real,

Than sell out my spine for a plastic appeal.

If fame is a favor that comes with a leash,

I’ll pass on the treat and keep chewing the beat.

You want what’s true? Then step where I stand—

I build what I am, not a brand for your brand.

I’m sunshine on the stoop, shadow under marquee,

I’m quiet in the boardroom, thunder in the key.

If sanity looks like silence to you,

Maybe your speakers can’t handle the hue.

Sunny but shady—two-tone shine,

Golden in the daylight, noir at night.

Brain like a factory, belts in time—

Robot snakes doing laps in my mind.

Sunny but shady—hybrid design,

Halo in the chaos, shadow refined.

Keep it in pocket, keep edges aligned—

Robot snakes holding tracks in my mind.

[()] pretty boy code with the pretty boy stance,

Decoy in the mirror but the proof in the scans.

If you came for the gloss, let the chorus remind—

We chrome what’s real, leave the plastic behind.

Two-tone, two-tone… sunny and shady by design.

Let the robots run the belts—

I’ll keep the meaning in the lines.