[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 wordâs a gem, but itâs 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 crownâs 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 weâre 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 crownâs 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 spotlightâs a flickerâare we rich or kitsch?
[Outro]