Lyric

April morning — screen drops hard

Three million likes, no source, no proof

That was enough

The line was born

Tank at eighty — boy already knows

Pulls in slow like it’s the perfect move

Benz, pickup, minivan, dead-eyed queue

I’m different — dead-eyed queue

Seven liters, one dollar, don’t count it

Twenty minutes idling — don’t do the math

Run the numbers that let you sleep at night

Conviction drops before the rumor does

Phone out, clocking the line he’s standing in

Thumb drops a like — blank, automatic

His own face in the glass — dead center

He looks straight through

Last drop — everybody’s moving

Same boots, same track, same song

Last drop — nobody’s looking

One rumor and the highway’s gone

You laugh at the dancer — you’re dancing

You shared the post that drove you here

Last drop, last drop, run it dry

You never left the line

Three back — under his breath

Funny how everybody thinks the same

Man who doesn’t follow — following

Feet don’t lie the way mouths do

Later he’ll say — I think for myself

But the body caught the rumor’s scent

Wasn’t the data that made him move

Just everybody else moving

Last drop — everybody’s moving

Same boots, same track, same song

Last drop — nobody’s looking

One rumor and the highway’s gone

You laugh at the dancer — you’re dancing

You shared the post that drove you here

Last drop, last drop, run it dry

You never left the line

Evening — breaking news

Unchanged

One hour later

Lmao at everybody who lined up

7:40 AM

First in line

400K likes

Next morning — another rumor dropped

The line was longer than yesterday

Three million likes