I’m Me, no filter, no apology
Gold fangs in the mirror—that’s my biology
Rolled the dice on my pain, now it’s prophecy
Haters swipe left, but they still watchin’ me
Venom in the pen, drip, drip, cosmology
Queen of the glitch, crown made of technology
I bloom from the concrete, no botany
Say my name like a spell, that’s autonomy—
I’m Me, bitch, forever, no modesty