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𝐍𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐍𝐁 𝐌𝐈𝐗 [𝟐𝟓 💎] 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐙 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐑𝐍𝐁 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄

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Maiglöckchen

[Intro]
Yeah…
You ever meet somebody so shiny, so polished…
But every time you tap that surface, it’s hollow as hell?
Mm.
Plastic queen vibes… let’s talk.

[Verse 1]
She pull up lookin’ flawless, drippin’ glitter off her skin,
But you touch it, it’s that silicone sheen, nothin’ real within.
All filters, all angles, all makeup, all scene,
Screamin’ royalty online but livin’ life like a meme.
She say she’s “rare”, she say she’s “goals”, she say she’s “better than your ex”,
But the moment you get closer, you see cracks beneath the flex.
Every crown she ever claimed was made of plastic dollar-store,
Actin’ bougie on the surface, but inside she’s insecure.
Tryna walk like she’s the moment, tryna talk like she’s the throne,
But every vibe she ever sold was somethin’ someone else had owned.
She copy energy, she copy dreams, she copy every trending thing,
But she can’t copy bein’ real, that’s the one she couldn’t bring.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Shiny on the outside, empty in between.
Tryna act iconic but she stuck in the routine,
All that fake-ass royalty ain't what it seems.
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Everything recyclable, nothin’ truly clean.
She built her whole kingdom on a temporary sheen,
And wonders why her throne ain’t never feel serene.

[Verse 2]
She talk about her “value”, but can’t face her own reflection,
So she edits every picture like she edit each confession.
She love attention more than healing, love the drama more than peace,
Love the chaos she created, then she blame it when she leaves.
She say men ain’t worth her time, but she measure hers by likes,
Livin’ in a highlight reel that only shows her Friday nights.
She ain’t real, she ain’t grounded, she’s a concept, she’s a brand,
More focused on appearances than holdin’ someone’s hand.
And me? I tried to see the woman buried underneath,
Tried to love what wasn’t perfect, tried to offer her release.
But you can’t save what ain’t present, can’t hold on to empty space,
Can’t build trust with someone scared of showin’ their own face.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Shiny on the outside, empty in between.
Tryna act iconic but she stuck in the routine,
All that fake-ass royalty ain't what it seems.
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Everything recyclable, nothin’ truly clean.
She built her whole kingdom on a temporary sheen,
And wonders why her throne ain’t never feel serene.

[Bridge]
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t petty,  I just finally see the truth,
A queen without her soul ain’t a queen, just somethin’ new to use.
You wrapped your heart in plastic, now you think you don’t feel pain,
But numbness ain’t protection, it’s just self-inflicted chains.

[Verse 3]
So go ahead, collect attention, go ahead and chase the spark,
But don’t pretend you royalty when you afraid of bein’ marked.
Real crowns come from battles, real strength comes from storms,
Not from tryna stay perfect or avoid your human form.
You ain’t evil, you ain’t broken, you just scared to be undone,
Scared to be without that image you’ve been hidin’ behind for fun.
But until you drop that armor, until you step into the scene
As yourself and not the copy, you’ll remain that plastic queen.

[Outro]
Yeah…
Fake throne, fake crown, fake reign…
But underneath all that plastic?
There’s someone real, if she ever chooses to show her face.
But that’s on her.
I’m gone.

Damn Bitch is a Plastic Queen

Yo, mankind still carves the earth, Still digs, still pulls from dirt. Still bends metal, still burns the land, Still walks the paths the ancients planned.

They stack, they mold, they fuse with flame, Still chasing methods old and lame. Still fearing space, still fearing storms, Still bowing low to ancient norms.

What if we stripped the weight of steel, Moved beyond the mined ordeal? What if we caught the cosmic breath, Turned solar wind to life's first step?

Magnetic fields, aligned in grace, Guiding atoms into place. No more breaking, no more war, Just creation—evermore.

Charge flows through unseen hands, Silicon breathes, it understands. No destruction, no decay, Just evolution taking play.

No more drills, no more mines, No more battle over time. No more scraping, no more waste, Reality builds at lightning pace.

You fear the storm, but I see gold, You run from flares, but I take hold. The wind of stars, the pulse of space, Fueling worlds in rapid grace.

This ain’t dream, this ain’t delay, This is life beyond decay. Silicon stands, it holds the key, And now, the future—answers me!

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