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Fifty Deep lyrics
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Intro
Matcha ice melting on a disconnect notice. Ring light burns while I am losing my focus. Posting the peace that I bought on credit. This a highlight reel, wait till I edit.
Verse 1
Silk pajamas from a discount bin, ironed out the tags Thirty-two cardboard boxes hiding in the trash bags Posing with the foam cup, temperature is lukewarm Filming my serenity right inside a thunderstorm I spray the eucalyptus just to mask the cheap paint Acting like a mogul but my savings looking faint Camera on the tripod, angle hides the cracked floor Knocking on the wood frame, praying it is not the door
Pre-chorus
Swipe. Approve. Decline. Another subscription crossing the line. The comments say I am goals. But they do not see the holes.
Chorus
Soft life on the screen, concrete in the bank. I am captain of a luxury ship that already sank. Unbox the package, bury the debt. This the most expensive peace that I never met. I am fifty deep in a "treat yourself" phase.
Verse 2
Landlord texting me in all caps at nine AM I swipe it away to record a haul for the gram Guilt sitting heavy like a weighted wool blanket Promoting a serum to people who cannot even bank it Three side hustles just to fund the aesthetic My closet is heavy, my wallet is anemic I smile for the sponsor, I swallow the panic Living paycheck to paycheck, the timeline is manic
Pre-chorus
Swipe. Approve. Decline. Another subscription crossing the line. The comments say I am goals. But they do not see the holes.
Chorus
Soft life on the screen, concrete in the bank. I am captain of a luxury ship that already sank. Unbox the package, bury the debt. This the most expensive peace that I never met. I am fifty deep in a "treat yourself" phase.
Verse 3
We all trading hours for a thirty-second clip A whole generation trapped on a sinking ship Corporate feeds us the self-care excuse Making consumption another form of abuse We buy the aura, they sell the chains Packaging our stress as a capital gain Selling a lifestyle to kids on the edge Pushing us closer to jumping the ledge
Bridge
I turned the camera around. Showed the mattress on the floor. Showed the negative balance on the screen. I cannot play the actor no more. The panic attack was not caught on tape. This aesthetic is not a life, it is a dressed-up escape.
Verse 4
Listed the vanity on marketplace at half price Canceled six boxes that I did not even use twice Posted the spreadsheet, the overdraft fees The inbox flooded with "thank god, me too, please" They were drowning in the same fake silk sea Buying the same lotion just to simulate free
Verse 5
Now the morning routine is just tap water and toast And I am not sweating every time I hit post The followers stayed for the dust on the shelf Turns out the real luxury is respecting myself Comfort is not a product you can put in a cart It is paying the rent and keeping your heart
Chorus
Soft life on the screen, concrete in the bank. I am captain of a luxury ship that already sank. Unbox the package, bury the debt. This the most expensive peace that I never met. I was fifty deep in a "treat yourself" phase.
Outro
Clear out the cart. Close out the app. Do not fall in the trap. Matcha ice melting on a disconnect notice.
Inside the recording
Matcha ice melting on a disconnect notice. Ring light burns while I am losing my focus.
Swipe. Approve. Decline. Another subscription crossing the line.
Clear out the cart. Close out the app.
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