I got a beer budget — but I want champagne nights

Wrapped in shiny brands, pretending this is life

I scroll through dreams in a velvet filter glow

Queen of nothing — but nobody has to know

I feel great — look at all my fans

Crowned by likes and perfect plans

Flash a smile, and they all believe

Every post — a new reprieve

Fake! Fake! More fake!

I’m the queen of fake

Osaka winner of delusion’s race

The world is sick — I found my place

Bank account’s low but my vibe is high

As long as I’m trending — I’m living the lie

Streaming live — ten times a day

Monetize my soul away

I know this game — I wrote the script

Post my pain with a playful quip

Filter me — until I shine

Truth is ugly, this is fine

Truth is boring, slow, and cold

So I sold it all — for views and gold

Fake! Fake! Don’t break!

I’m the queen of fake

Crowned in comments, dressed in views

What’s the point in paying dues?

Followers praise what I pretend

So I just fake it till the end

[Bridge] (spoken or robotic)

Here comes the bank — and here comes the bill

I owe more than I ever will

Deficit deep in my mind and soul

Lost myself chasing control

Fake! Fake! All gone!

Even queens get overdrawn

But I don’t care — I still stream

Selling pieces of a pixel dream

I’m a slave to the dopamine scene

Still wearing the crown… of a broken queen

But don’t worry…

I’ll go live again…

Just give me one more… like…