歌詞

Ten bucks for a smile at the corner café

My rent’s on fire, but I still pay

My shirt’s thrift, my steps are gold

Strutting like I’ve never been told

Call it broke, I call it taste

Making magic out of waste

We shine in the price tag parade

Wearing grit like custom-made

No throne, just subway grace

Still we swerve with flawless face

We don’t break, we bend and spin

Flexin’ light from deep within

Gas is high, spirits low

Still I’ve got that sidewalk glow

Week’s a blur, dreams on hold

But I dance like I struck gold

We don’t cry where cameras see

We cry behind the melody

We shine in the price tag parade

Unbothered by the masquerade

Grace in debt, joy in strain

Look at us—we bloom in rain

This is how we walk through pain:

With heels, with beat, with no shame