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I can't handle this flex, it feels like a monster wants to crawl out of me and buy a TESLA! Whippin’ in the Tesla, tears all on the dash, Software update, hope the system doesn't crash. Monster in my chest wanna buy the whole lot, Better cry in a Cybertruck than in a parking spot Without a car at all (uh) Feelin’ lowkey dead but my whip still lit Yaris in the rearview? get that out of sight! I don’t do budget, I’m a billionaire stat. Better cry in a Tesla than a Civic or a Yaris, Auto-drive flex, got the pain lookin’ stylish. Better cry in a Tesla than a Kia or Corolla, Seats on recline while I sip my Coca-Cola. Better cry in a Tesla than a Fiat or a Dacia, Screens glow cold while I’m losin’ my shit Yeah, I’m broken inside but the car look mean, Cryin’ in a Tesla still feels supreme. Sittin’ shotgun, full auto pilot mode, let the sensors drive, Check my reflection, am I even alive? Feelin’ the pain, and that’s okay, I’m over-leveraged and I’m losing the day. Imagine bein’ depressed in a Tesla, Glass roof cracking from the mental pressure. Better to cry in a Cybertruck than in some rusty Yaris anyway, I’m hurt in luxury, that’s billionaire decay. Better cry in a Tesla than a Civic or a Yaris, Auto-drive flex, got the pain lookin’ stylish. Better cry in a Tesla than a Kia or Corolla, Seats on recline while I sip my Coca-Cola. Better cry in a Tesla than a Fiat or a Dacia, Screens glow cold while I’m losin’ my shit Yeah, I’m broken inside but the car look mean, Cryin’ in a Tesla feels supreme. I’m haunted by the flex, can’t cage this beast, I’m chased by the habit, it won’t stay still, So I keep it busy just to bend its will. I drive through the night with this sadness ridin’ next to me. Laugh through the sorrow with my face on freeze, Sunglasses hide the tears, drip down like sleet. Pain in a Cybertruck hits luxury mode, If the demons ride with me..... At least the rims are gold Better cry in a Tesla than a Civic or a Yaris, Auto-drive flex, got the pain lookin’ stylish. Better cry in a Tesla than a Kia or Corolla, Seats on recline while I sip my Coca-Cola. Better cry in a Tesla than a Fiat or a Dacia, Tears on the tablet, carbon-fiber abrasions. Yeah I'm lowkey shattered inside but the whip still clean Cryin’ in a Tesla feels like a fever dream. Battery at 1 percent. Please find a charging station. Wait, not now... I’m still crying!