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letra de drive-by - chanelica

i walked in the lobby and the carpet was whispering numbers to me
like—“you already spent that, baby, you already doubled it,”
and i laughed at the floor like it owed me rent
while the chandelier melted down the wall in gold syrup
and i said pour me another check because the first one wasn’t enough
and the waitress blinked and her eyes turned to dollar signs
and the bartendеr called me a ghost becausе i paid before the glass hit my lips
but the liquor still sang my name in surround sound
so i kept sipping like time couldn’t catch me—

i’m drifting through the exit, the door frame leaning in my favor
talking sl!ck to the valet who swear my keys unlocked the whole block
engine humming louder than applause
dashboard lights spelling “rich b-tch” in morse code
and i’m swerving, i’m swerving, not crooked—
more like gravity is dancing under my wheels
and i’m laughing again, t–th glowing like casino floors
while the city bends over to pick up the cash trail i leave
but i’m already past the scene, still rapping
still stacking syllables like chips spilling over the table—
and i don’t stop where the verse supposed to end
i just keep going until the credits roll
and even then i’m talking, slurred but surgical
turning metaphors into receipts
turning drunk breaths into scripture
turning every wrong beat drop into my own sound—track
i been poppin’ since sixteen, you barely had wi-fi
y’all careers microwave, mine cookin’ like stir fry
every year they pop up, then poof—like a drive-by
i been runnin’ this lane, you still stuck at the stop sign

i sip racks like kool-aid, my tongue turnin’ money green
every year i pop out, still the face that they never seen

- chanelica

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