Dion C[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping champagne from a paper cup,
Mirror shades on, but the lens is cracked up,
Quoting Sartre in a laundromat booth,
Every word’s a gem, but it’s just a loose tooth.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, draped in borrowed prose,
Jangle like a tambourine nobody knows,
We speak in riddles, but the answers are clear,
Fake humility, but the crown’s right here.
[Verse 2]
Leather jacket tailored, thrift-store flair,
Correct your grammar mid-karaoke air,
A postcard pose with a French phrase misplaced,
New wave static, but we’re all second place.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, draped in borrowed prose,
Jangle like a tambourine nobody knows,
We speak in riddles, but the answers are clear,
Fake humility, but the crown’s right here.
[Bridge]
Plastic crown glows under neon regret,
Dancing to a rhythm the suburbs forget,
Is it irony or just a nervous twitch?
The spotlight’s a flicker—are we rich or kitsch?
[Outro]
