Chill 2.0

darling… I walked into the chill like it was my runway… No hookups, just vibes… Icon. Legend. The moment. Tina who? I’m Tanya! Late night, strobe light, sweat drippin’ down the wall, Men in the shadows, doin’ things in the hall… You sashay in, like, “Where’s the tea? Sippin’ your seltzer, untouched by the scene… No gloves, no l**e, just pure allure, They’re gettin’ it on, you’re gettin’ encore… The only queen who came just to pose, Now they’re screamin’ your name—oh no! Tanya’s at the CHILL!~ (What’s she doin’ here? Nobody knows!) ~Tanya’s at the CHILL!~ (Not a single touch, just strike a pose!) ~Vibin’ while they play~ (She’s the main event, no afterparty!) Now she’s stealin’ the culture—ohhh! Muscle daddies m**n, twinks hit the floor, You’re livestreamin’ like it’s your tour… ”This is art,” you say, flippin’ your hair, While Derek’s in the corner gettin’ it in the air… They came for pleasure…~ ~You came for clout…~ ~Now every chill has a Tanya Rule:~ ~No s*x, just fame—werk, queen, werk!~ “Oh, you thought this was a s*x party? No, baby… this is a TAN-YA PARTY.”