HEAD UP THEIR

[VERSE 1 — Lead Vocal — spitting bars]

Click-clack, here they come, mirror in their hand,
Walking like the pavement parts at their command.
Baby, calm down — you ain't royalty,
Just a ring-light soldier low in loyalty.
Face full snatched but the soul? Discounted.
Ego so big, whole club’s overcrowded.
Throwing shade at everybody they pass,
But never see their own mess (“Never do!”)
’Cause their head’s stuck up their ass. (“Way up.”)


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[PRE-CHORUS — Lead & Ad-libs — mocking tone]

Oh sweetheart, you’re not the moment,
You’re barely even a draft. (“Rough copy, babe.”)
Serving attitude on credit,
But the cheque is bouncing back. (“Insufficient funds!”)


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[CHORUS — Full Vocal — power belts / attitude]

They got their head up their ass,
Yeah, it’s lodged in deep. (“Deep, babe!”)
Talking like a diva,
But the voice off-key. (“Flat!”)
Strutting ’round the club like they own that space,
When the only thing they’re serving is second-place. (“Runner-up!”)
Oh babe, step back — you’re not top class,
You just got your pretty little head up your ass. (“Up! Up!”)


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[VERSE 2 — Lead Vocal — sharper / more venom]

Instagram king with a bargain-bin crown,
Posting quotes about “growth” while tearing folks down.
Filters so thick, call it Photoshop couture,
You’re two edits away from becoming a blur. (“Pixel me!”)
Booked and busy? Nah — no calls, no plans,
Just a blocked list longer than your attention span. (“Scroll, scroll!”)
Preaching standards no one asked,
Looking for a man when you can’t find yourself
With your head up your ass. (“Search party, babe.”)


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[PRE-CHORUS — Lead & Ad-libs — taunting]

We see through the glamour,
Through the posing and the sass. (“See right through.”)
A personality would help you,
But you lost it up your ass. (“Gone missing!”)


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[CHORUS — Full Vocal — layered harmonies / aggressive]

You got your head up your ass,
Yeah, it’s tight in there. (“Snug fit.”)
Talking like a legend,
But the room don’t care. (“Crickets.”)
Acting like a diamond but you're cheap-cut glass,
Still convinced you’re iconic? Babe—hard pass. (“Declined!”)
Come down from that pedestal, lower it fast —
You’re just another boy with his head up his ass. (“Facts!”)


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[BRIDGE — Spoken-sung — snatched, drag-read energy]

Pull it out — take a breath —
See the world for once, babe.
Drop the act, lose the crown —
It’s giving self-made shade. (“Shade on yourself!”)
But no, you keep climbing deeper inside…
Guess some people peak at their backside. (“Backdoor glory.”)


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[FINALE / OUTRO — Full Vocal — choir of gays / dramatic]

So here’s to the delusional class,
Every stuck-up gay with his head up his ass. (“Cheers!”)
May you find some light in that tunnel at last —
’Til then, keep walking… backwards… fast. (“Reverse!”) 

Male Vocal, Hypnotic club beat, distorted bass, breathy vocals, sexy tension, chaotic Blackout-era vibe., male, man