Life of the Party (Lone Wolf Anthem)

[Verse 1]
VR headset kid in a box TV glow
Late fees stacking on the games I own
Burned mix CD in my Discman case
Sour candy stains on my pillowcase
[Pre-Chorus]
You were calling me “bro,” calling me “ride or die”
Till you pulled out the knife, with that plastic smile
Now I scroll back through the screenshots, all that fake love piled
Guess I grew up on a rerun, took a minute just to see your style
[Chorus]
I was the life of the party
Now I ghost when it starts
Turned my heart to a fortress
Put a code on the dark
Yeah, I danced for the drama
You just fed on the show
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own (hey!)
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own
[Verse 2]
Mall food court kings, we were loud, off-key
Writing dumb band names on the cracked concrete
You were stage-dive brave when the crowd looked on
Then you dipped with the drink once the trust was gone
[Pre-Chorus]
You were calling me “fam,” calling me “day one, same”
Then you sold every secret for a little bit of fame
Took the mask off slow, yeah it hit like flame
Now the guest list small and I like it that way
[Chorus]
I was the life of the party
Now I ghost when it starts
Turned my heart to a fortress
Put a code on the dark
Yeah, I danced for the drama
You just fed on the show
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own (woah)
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own
[Bridge]
Yeah, I grew up on cheat codes, cracked screens, freeze tags
Hand-me-down hoodies and a backpack full of broken mags
Thought friends meant forever, turns out some were paper tags
Peel off, fall off, now I’m running with a lighter bag
I don’t hate you, I just hate what you made of me
People-pleasing puppet on a plastic seat
Now I cut those strings, pull the plug, let it be
If I stand alone, then I stand free (stand free)
[Chorus]
I was the life of the party
Now I ghost when it starts
Turned my heart to a fortress
Put a code on the dark
Yeah, I danced for the drama
You just fed on the show
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own (hey!)
Now I roll like a lone wolf
On my own, on my own

rap, High-energy pop-punk with chiptune leads and crushing guitars; male vocals half-sung, half-rapped. Verses bounce with tight palm-muted riffs and glitchy 8-bit arps; pre-chorus drops to toms and octave chords; chorus explodes into wide power chords, gang shouts, and soaring harmonies. Middle section leans into early-2000s anthem rap cadences over a filtered beat before slamming back into full-band chaos., chiptune, punk, pop