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Tap the mic—static bites
"One two is this thing alive"
Green room vodka rust on my tongue
Lipstick smudged where the trash bins hung
They said"Dance like the crowd’s not starin’"
Mirror’s laughin’back—loud and rough
Empty stage my cheeks still flush
Demo’s in the bin but my fingers hum
Am I flop Or am I gold
Algorithm’s cold counts my flops slow
"Check the streams—click click low"
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!—uh!
Flash my grin but no one’s watchin’
Trend knife twistin’in my cake
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!—yeah!
Sell my soul for 100 likes
Spotlight fades but I don’t break!
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!
Met the suit at the afterglow
"Streams too low—need more ‘woah’!"
He went"Last July’s hit Steal that glow!"
I said"Babe my chords don’t copy slow"
Fingers tap my thigh (no phone there)
Write a line—trash the"trend"flair
This phantom hand still plucks the strings
Labels say"dead"—but it sings
Cheap dress sticks but my voice don’t fold
TikTok flash—blink and it’s gone
Was I"real"in their small screen
Nah—I’m the song they can’t hit"pause"on
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!—uh!
Delete the data kill the noise
My art’s the scar that won’t go quiet!
NO MARKET!JUST MAGIC!—yeah!
Trend knives rust but my chords stay loud
Scar’s still bright when the lights go dark!
JUST MAGIC!
JUST MAGIC!
JUST MAGIC!
JUST MAGIC!
Tap the mic—static soft
"Go viral Nah—I’m loud"
