Pearls & Pop Confidence

Lyrics

Just sittin’, thinkin’ about where I’ve been, All the losses and all the wins. Looking for the trends, And a perfect solution To make the undesirables end Is it fate? Is it bad luck? Or does life just really wanna make me say. What. The— …Actually, Forget it. Not worth the breath. [verse 1] ((Upbeat bass kicks in, walking tempo) I was minding my business, venting on the phone When a lady overheard me in the zone. She clocked the shiny jewelry on my neck and said (Clear, resonant conversational super patronizing) “Well, you know what They say… pearls bring tears!” (Beat of silence) I looked her in the face Put my infamous R.B.F. in place And said, "Um, wait… I'm sorry, who are ‘They’?" (Cricket sound effect, then a distinct "pop" sound) [pre-chorus] (pop progression: IV – I – vi – V, Music swells, that nostalgic "falling" chord progression) Seems to me that You might be a, Little miserable. Keep the advice It’s unoriginal. (Spoken, deadpan): Like, seriously, are "They" in the room with us? [Chorus] (Explosive Pop Energy) Watch me with evil eyes As they realize Me with closed eyes Would sooner toast With a glass of water Before sippin’ on, Your. Neh-Gah-Tivi-TEA… [verse 2] (Bass continues, drums snap harder) My nana used to preach it, “People always find some shit to say” “So let them talk.” Yeah, the hens love to fuckin’ cluck Ok, maybe I’m paraphrasing. But, Basically. It has nothing to do with luck… Live life your way… [pre-chorus] (pop progression: IV – I – vi – V, Music swells, that nostalgic "falling" chord progression) Seems to me that You might be a, Little miserable. Keep the advice It’s unoriginal. (Spoken, whisper): We still don’t know who “They” are… [Chorus] Watch me with evil eyes As they realize Me with closed eyes Would sooner toast With a glass of water Before sippin’ on, Your. Neh-Gah-Tivi-TEA… [bridge] (Mellotron swirls, dream-pop vibe, smooth voice) people think crafted delusions Can make Luck that lasts But this way of thinking is Actually a pain in my… Ask ask ask me why?… ‘Cause this ain’t a story about a girl named Lucky We gotta be a little bit plucky Sometimes we win, But sometimes we cry. For every different reason why… But it’s never because of… (Pause) (Music cuts out completely) …Black cats passing by… …Walking under ladders… …Stepping on cracks… …Breaking mirrors… ‘Cause That. Doesn’t. Matter… (Guitar Solo / Build Up) So keep the omens and keep your fears I look damn pretty in these pearls, no tears! (High note run: "It’s all made uuuuuup!") It’s all made up… [Final Chorus] (Wall of sound, heavy drums) Catch me give evil eyes As you realize Me and my closed eyes Would sooner, Toast With, A glass of water Before sippin’ on, Your. NegativiTy… [outro] (Beat continues, fading out. Vocals close to mic, voice-memo style) Life is full of D-tours and falls Whether I wear shiny pearls Or shatter every mirror on the wall… And truth be told, my life is like, really good. No, it’s great. Actually… it’s fantastic… Period.