Scrolling through the static,
Looking for the drama,
But the screen is blank.
They say she hit the button, shared the tea then ran,
Blaming toxic habits on her superstar man.
Cyber-sleuths are reaching, stretching out the truth,
Like a yoga class for the chronically aloof.
She said it’s a glitch, a phantom in the code,
Better check your signal ‘fore your brain starts to explode.
It’s a glitch!
It’s a ghost in the machine!
She never posted nothing on your TikTok screen!
Stop the press, drop the stress, leave the girl alone,
She’s the queen of the castle, not a pawn on your phone!
Yeah, it’s a glitch, glitch, glitch!
Screen recording every breath she takes,
Waiting for the moment that the marriage breaks.
But she’s holding the receipt, calling out the lie,
Watch the rumor mill run bone-dry.
Honestly?
Get a hobby.
Refresh your own life.
