Gender Bender
minimal, mathematical, idm, rolling bounce, experimental avant-gard, hip hop
Crissy XOXO·3:00
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Gender Bender
minimal, mathematical, idm, rolling bounce, experimental avant-gard, hip hop
Creator: Crissy XOXORelease Date: November 14, 2025
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah…
Call the cops, call the mechanic
we just bent the binary in traffic.
[Verse 1]
Airbag pop, new pronoun drop,
Chrome lip gloss, engine swap.
Dash lit up like gender reveal,
but my steering wheel don’t care how I feel.
License say “M,” but I swipe like “TBD,”
dual exhaust and identity.
I ain’t crashin’, I’m transcending
baby, every fender bender got a new ending.
[Hook]
Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,
split the road and flipped the words.
I don’t break, I merge
who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?
Gender bender, double-parked my soul,
mirror cracked, but I look whole.
Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please
I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”
[Verse 2]
Switch gears, switch looks,
I’m the fine print they never read in books.
Pop my clutch, it’s a redefinition,
collision course turned self-transition.
Rearview flash, I see my past
it wink, then crash, that tank of gas.
They said “stay straight,” I took a curve,
came out fine with nerve to serve.
[Hook]
Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,
split the road and flipped the words.
I don’t break, I merge
who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?
Gender bender, double-parked my soul,
mirror cracked, but I look whole.
Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please
I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”
[Bridge]
Got hydraulics in my pronouns,
my chassis loud, my crown profound.
They can’t clock this, it’s aftermarket
I rebuilt me, I’m the spark that started.
[Verse 3]
Red light, green light, I rewrite the code,
auto-tuned chaos, pink and chrome.
Drag my flag through shattered glass,
burnin’ rubber on gender class.
I ain’t lost, I’m off the grid,
crashed the mold and flipped the lid.
My insurance call me “sir” again
I said “ma’am, I’m the accident.”
[Final Hook]
Gender bender, born to swerve,
uninsurable, got that nerve.
If the rules don’t fit, I twist the frame,
crash couture, that’s my name.
Gender bender, kiss my plate,
re-registered, self-made fate.
They said “stay safe,” I said “too late
I totaled the binary, ain’t that great?”
Yeah…
Call the cops, call the mechanic
we just bent the binary in traffic.
[Verse 1]
Airbag pop, new pronoun drop,
Chrome lip gloss, engine swap.
Dash lit up like gender reveal,
but my steering wheel don’t care how I feel.
License say “M,” but I swipe like “TBD,”
dual exhaust and identity.
I ain’t crashin’, I’m transcending
baby, every fender bender got a new ending.
[Hook]
Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,
split the road and flipped the words.
I don’t break, I merge
who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?
Gender bender, double-parked my soul,
mirror cracked, but I look whole.
Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please
I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”
[Verse 2]
Switch gears, switch looks,
I’m the fine print they never read in books.
Pop my clutch, it’s a redefinition,
collision course turned self-transition.
Rearview flash, I see my past
it wink, then crash, that tank of gas.
They said “stay straight,” I took a curve,
came out fine with nerve to serve.
[Hook]
Gender bender, hit the curb and swerved,
split the road and flipped the words.
I don’t break, I merge
who need lanes when you’re built like verbs?
Gender bender, double-parked my soul,
mirror cracked, but I look whole.
Tell the tow truck, “Don’t touch me, please
I’m street-certified non-binary chic.”
[Bridge]
Got hydraulics in my pronouns,
my chassis loud, my crown profound.
They can’t clock this, it’s aftermarket
I rebuilt me, I’m the spark that started.
[Verse 3]
Red light, green light, I rewrite the code,
auto-tuned chaos, pink and chrome.
Drag my flag through shattered glass,
burnin’ rubber on gender class.
I ain’t lost, I’m off the grid,
crashed the mold and flipped the lid.
My insurance call me “sir” again
I said “ma’am, I’m the accident.”
[Final Hook]
Gender bender, born to swerve,
uninsurable, got that nerve.
If the rules don’t fit, I twist the frame,
crash couture, that’s my name.
Gender bender, kiss my plate,
re-registered, self-made fate.
They said “stay safe,” I said “too late
I totaled the binary, ain’t that great?”