Prompt / Lyrics
Universe, you’re playful — I see the bit, You hand me lessons, I remix the script. No shellfish, no gluten, no dye, no soy — Still dining in style, still finding the joy. I’m allergic to struggle, intolerant to lack, So I plate my desires like a five-star snack. If my gut’s a diva, she’s got her staff, We toast to the lessons and laugh the math. If you’re sending the tests, then send the perks, Add chef’s-kiss timing to how it works. No crumbs of chaos, I want the feast — Serve my miracles, flame-grilled, at least. If I can’t eat cheap, then I’ll eat elite — Manifestation, baby, cover the seat. Rosemary gardens on ocean air, My taste for the finer was always there. High-maintenance? No, just high-aware — Luxury’s language, and I’m fluent — beware. The food’s organic, the fortune’s caught, My wallet remembers what my worth forgot. Venmo? No, Universe wire me grace — Abundance shows up with impeccable taste. So if you’re testing my gourmet fate, Deliver abundance — not just the plate. I’ll sip, I’ll savor, I’ll own my reign, ’Cause wealth and wellness share one vein.
Tags
Dark glam pop with cinematic synths, sultry vocals, and neon-lit bass—luxury, irony, and power intertwined.
Duration
1:39
Instrumental
No
Created
10/27/2025