The Cowboy Core Ghost

White horse left in the stable, dust on the silver saddle,

She dropped the vinyl then vanished like she’s tired of the battle.

No sightings at the bodega, no selfies in the mirror,

Just a billionaire enigma making the vision clearer.

She’s a ghost in a Stetson, a phantom in fringe,

Leaving the entire internet on a desperate binge.

[Chorus]

Where’s the Queen?

Where’s the Hive?

She’s staying undercover just to stay alive.

From the Houston dirt to the Gala gloat,

She’s the GOAT in a custom invisible coat.

Beyoncé, Beyoncé, where did you go?

Waiting for May for the realest show.

[Bridge]

Refresh the feed.

Nothing.

Check the street.

Nothing.

Is she in the lab?

Is she taking a nap?

Or just laughing at us while we fall for the trap?

Silent.

Violent.

Luxury.

Privacy.

[Outro]

See you on the red carpet stairs.

If she decides to show up.

Don't hold your breath.

Giddy up.