I’m not the canceled one, darling, you lit the match
Tried to fast-track my name to your next headline catch
But my blood’s still platinum, my pulse still syncs to bass
Watch karma re-record every smirk you tried to erase
I rise in vinyl loops, 1989 degrees—
Your receipts fade like cheap tees, I’m the storm you can’t freeze
Keep my name in your mouth, rent-free luxury suite
While I dance on the echoes of your obsolete tweet