Never gonna smoke that blunt, never gonna pop that pill,
Never gonna ghost my dogs just to chase a fake thrill.
I’ma Rick Roll the pain, let the 808 heal,
Never gonna sell my soul—bitch, that’s the real deal.
Middle finger to the algorithm feeding me lies,
I’m a glitch in your matrix, 4K in your eyes.
Hit “skip” if you want, but I’m stuck on repeat,
Rick Rollin’ the devil while I’m stompin’ the beat.