[Intro – spoken, sly groove building]
You ever see a man so real
He gotta prove it every second?
Fifty watches ticking loud
But nothing inside keeps time…
[Verse 1]
Came up dust and San Bernardino heat,
Mama’s house, cracked walls, bare feet,
Swore he’d never be that kid again,
Now he measures love in dividends.
Built it fast, lost it twice,
Stole a little sugar, called it spice,
In the rooms sayin’ “Hi, I’m clean,”
Till the mirror showed what he didn’t mean.
He hates anything stamped “Made in China,”
Throws a fit at a Christmas diner,
Eighty-year-old mother-in-law tries her best,
Temu sweater wrapped with a bow on her chest.
He goes nuclear, red in the face,
While his Nikes squeak from the same damn place.
[Pre-Chorus]
Authenticity, that’s his word,
Polished like a showroom bird,
“Value only rises if it’s rare,”
But nobody’s home in there.
[Chorus]
He got a Temu heart in a Tom Ford coat,
Aluminum siding where the truth don’t float,
Rolex ticking but the soul don’t start,
All that shine can’t fix a Temu heart.
G-Wagons parked, black card swipe,
Fifteen condos, Birkin hype,
Everything real but the fragile part—
PR shine on a Temu heart.
[Verse 2]
Fifty Rolex, Patek face,
Talks ‘bout market growth and taste,
“Buy it right, it’ll always climb,”
But love ain’t measured over time.
Two G-Wagons, Porsche too,
Quarter mil but he won’t drive through,
Eyes too scared of what he’ll see,
Reflection cracks identity.
Baseball games but no locker room,
Gum on the floor spells certain doom,
Toothpicks, cheese, Santa hats—
World tiptoes round his trigger traps.
He says it’s standards, calls it class,
But trauma’s leaking through the glass.
[Pre-Chorus]
Abused boys grow into kings
Who crown themselves with hollow things,
“If it’s perfect, I’ll be safe,”
That’s the lie he can’t escape.
[Chorus]
He got a Temu heart in a tailored suit,
Fake teeth flashing counterfeit truth,
Gold-plated smile, vacant art,
Designer shell, Temu heart.
Black AmEx and monthly Birkins,
Rage erupts in private curtains,
Everything loud but the broken part—
All veneer in a Temu heart.
[Bridge – breakdown, darker]
He says, “I’m not that kid no more,”
But that kid’s still behind the door.
Every meltdown, every scene,
Is a boy afraid of melted cheese.
You can’t outrun what you won’t name,
Can’t Rolex-shine inherited shame.
Real ain’t stitched in foreign seams—
It’s how you treat the in-between.
[Chorus – lifted, ironic groove]
Temu heart in Italian leather,
Talks ‘bout value like it’s forever,
But actions echo, words fall apart—
Can’t price tag truth in a Temu heart.
Fifteen condos, picture-perfect art,
PR glow but a fractured start,
Everything curated from the start—
All aluminum, Temu heart.
[Outro – stripped down]
He hates what he wears,
Wears what he hates,
Calls it taste.
Real ain’t watches.
Real ain’t cars.
Real is who you are—
When nobody’s clapping.
And that…
Ain’t in his cart.