[Verse] I don’t photograph well; I photograph often, Walk in alive, leave cropped in a coffin. Black little rectangle, look at him glow, That’s the most fun I’ve had standing alone. Flash—now I’m famous to seven strangers, One wants a picture, the rest want a charger. Velvet rope, velvet suit, velvet debtor, Owe the coat check a coat I remember. Disco ball doing a thousand impressions, Every little square got a different profession. This one’s a dentist, this one’s a fraud, This one put glitter on credit—my God. Club going up, card getting declined, Interesting way for the planets to align. Borrowed ten bucks from a guy in my comments, Danced like the room had forgotten economics. [Hook] Flash, flash—let me see that, Delete that one—no, keep that. Bad little picture of a very good night, I was there, motherfucker. The blur was mine.
