Gold-Plated Cage

[Verse 1]
Silk on my skin
Name on the list
Walk through the room
They blow me a kiss
Smile like I mean it
Teeth made of glass
Shake every hand
Kiss every ass
[Chorus]
I live a life of a millionaire
Penthouse view and the empty air
Every toast is a little prayer
For the parts of me I lost in there
Had to sell my body
Sell my soul
To the very ones that kept me cold
All this shine just hides the mold
Gold-plated cage around my bones (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Champagne for breakfast
Lies on my tongue
They buy my weekends
They buy my lungs
Laugh at their stories
Die in my head
Count every favor
Like counting the dead
[Chorus]
I live a life of a millionaire
Penthouse view and the empty air
Every toast is a little prayer
For the parts of me I lost in there
Had to sell my body
Sell my soul
To the very ones that kept me cold
All this shine just hides the mold
Gold-plated cage around my bones (oh-oh)
[Bridge]
Do you see these hands?
Stained
But clean
Do you see this face?
Perfect
Mean
I feed the wolves
They call me friend
I feed them me
Again
Again (again, again)
[Chorus]
I live a life of a millionaire
Penthouse view and the empty air
Every toast is a little prayer
For the parts of me I lost in there
Had to sell my body
Sell my soul
To the ones I swore I'd never hold
All this shine is painted gold
Gold-plated cage around my bones (my bones)

Minor-key trap ballad with male vocals; moody piano over sparse, knocking drums and deep bass swells. Verses close and confessional with whispered ad-libs and filtered backing doubles. Chorus blooms with layered harmonies, bright top-line synth, and a wider stereo field; last hook strips back to piano and vocal for a cold, hungover fade.