[Intro – calm, pretty, lightly smug] (Sparkle… sparkle…) Mmm, I don’t argue with noise, baby, I rise above it. If they throw shade at the sun… guess who’s still glowin’? Heh… alright, let’s dance. [Hook – bright, clean flex, effortless confidence] I’m too polished for the crash-outs, too smooth for the static, While they rage in the basement, I’m floatin’ cinematic. They scream into the void tryna get a reaction— But I shimmer when I move, that’s a whole chain reaction. I’m the light they pretend they ain’t seein’, that’s tragic, My shine ain’t somethin’ you code, babe, it’s magic. Let ’em bark from the shadows, it’s honestly classic— I rise, they glitch—guess that’s automatic. [Verse 1 – soft flex, surgical shade, “I don’t argue with you” energy] He type essays every night tryna drag what he’ll never touch, I post once, whole app freeze — guess I said enough. I don’t clap back at echoes, that’s beneath my dust, But envy got him talkin’ like he really keepin’ up. Nah. I’m on clean-cut elevation, runway levitation, He on rage-post rotation, same verse, no innovation. I sip tea, stay gracious, glowin’ with patience, He mad ‘cause the room loves me without explanation. [Hook – same brightness, sharper wink] I’m too polished for the crash-outs, too smooth for the static, While they rage in the basement, I’m floatin’ cinematic. They scream into the void tryna get a reaction— But I shimmer when I move, that’s a whole chain reaction. I’m the light they pretend they ain’t seein’, that’s tragic, My shine ain’t somethin’ you code, babe, it’s magic. Let ’em bark from the shadows, it’s honestly classic— I rise, they glitch—guess that’s automatic. [Verse 2 – cleaner, colder, prettier shade] I ain’t pressed — I’m pristine, crystal on clean, He pressed? He sixteen comments deep at 3:14. Jealousy loud, greatness quiet — you know what I mean, I drop art, he drop tantrums, we not built the same thing. See, I don’t battle with bitterness, I don’t brawl with the bitter, I don’t beef with lost boys who get loud for a sliver. If he mad I’m top tier? Let him sit there and simmer— Even ice in the shade can’t outcold my shimmer. [Final Hook – triumphant, untouchable] I’m too polished for the crash-outs, too smooth for the static, While they rage in the basement, I’m floatin’ cinematic. They scream into the void tryna get a reaction— But I shimmer when I move, that’s a whole chain reaction. I’m the light they pretend they ain’t seein’, that’s tragic, My shine ain’t somethin’ you code, babe, it’s magic. Let ’em bark from the shadows, it’s honestly classic— I rise, they glitch—guess that’s automatic. [Outro ] Some of us shine… Some of us shout. I don’t gotta tell you which is which.

Polished Pressure (Experimental)