时间：2025-05-30
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Flirt With Fate (Explicit) - Punch Clock Prophets
Lyrics by：Punch Clock
Composed by：Punch Clock
Walks in the room like she own the floor
Kicks scuffed up but her pride worth more
Caffeine buzz got the world on edge
Livin' off heat and a hunger pledge
Rolls her eyes at your little gold chain
She been broke longer still runnin' the lane
Laughs at fear flirts with fate
Got exes in line just hopin' she hate
She don't chase dreams she mug 'em raw
Broke every rule that they ever saw
Thrift-store fit but she look like fame
A fly-ass ***** no shame in her game
Razor with her tongue in some tight ass jeans
Built like trouble but walks like queens
Say what she want don't blink or flinch
She that fly-ass ***** no need to clinch
Posters on her wall of Missy and Rage
Scribblin' lines like she burnin' the page
Mom said"smile" but she chose the growl
Made her name loud without even a vowel
Hair in a twist soul on blast
Never played sweet never came last
Life gave her scraps she stitched a throne
This queen built pain into skin and bone
She don't chase dreams she mug 'em raw
Broke every rule that they ever saw
Thrift-store fit but she look like fame
A fly-ass ***** no shame in her game
Got no filter got no leash
Talks like war moves like peace
Laughed at the rules set her own tone
A fly-ass ***** carved out of stone
She know what it's like when the fridge goes bare
Still had the nerve to dye pink in her hair
Streetlights blink when she struts by
She don't pray low she looks God in the eye
She don't need a crown got it tatted on her wrist
Don't bow to no king she's her own fist
Took losses in stride never saw it as defeat
Streets whispered"queen" every time her feet hit concrete
She kept her heart but that fire stayed lit
Taught herself how to hustle never quit
Fought her battles with a smile that hurt
Raised on tough love born from the dirt
She don't chase dreams she mug 'em raw
Broke every rule that they ever saw
Thrift-store fit but she look like fame
A fly-ass ***** no shame in her game
Razor with her tongue in some tight ass jeans
Built like trouble but walks like queens
Say what she want don't blink or flinch
She that fly-ass ***** no need to clinch
Nails chipped red she don't pretend
Got real ones ridin' from start to end
Pops her gum like a pistol round
She don't need clout she shuts **** down
Paycheck short but her reach go long
One look got cowards singin' sad songs
She don't throw shade she bring eclipse
Tattooed truth and smoke on her lips
She don't chase dreams she mug 'em raw
Broke every rule that they ever saw
Thrift-store fit but she look like fame
A fly-ass ***** no shame in her game
Razor with her tongue in some tight ass jeans
Built like trouble but walks like queens
Say what she want don't blink or flinch
She that fly-ass ***** no need to clinch
