Golden Entry

[ Lyrics ]

Golden entry, no list — smile and they let me in.
 + soft snap into groove)

Red rope splits like I’m part of the staff,
bottle service lands with a clink and a laugh.
No name on the list, but my face is a pass,
host says, ‘We’ve been waiting — go straight to the back.’
Used to stare at this place from the curb in my jeans,
now I’m draped in this velvet like I’m full of dreams
someone handed me free — yeah, it’s soft, it’s clean,
but I wonder who earned it… who don’t get seen?

I flash my teeth, they glow like streetlights,
every ‘no’ turns to ‘yes’ — feels too easy, too right.
I don’t hate it… but sometimes I hate
that they don’t even ask if I dance or create.

Golden entry, no list — smile and they let me in.
Lips part, doors open, sins get forgiven.
Yeah, the world bends a little when you look like a sin,
but I walk through the door — then I gotta begin.

Met a girl at the bar, she knew every line
of my last song word-for-word — said it saved her that time.
We talked dreams, talked gear, talked the weight of the grind,
then the manager pulled her like, ‘Table’s not free to recline.’
She left with a nod. I stayed in my seat.
They poured me another — ice clinking, discreet.
I sipped slow, wondering who they see —
just the glow on my collar, or the fire in me?

They say, ‘You’re so lucky,’ no idea what it costs —
feeling like a ghost in a world that’s obsessed.
I’m grateful… but I’m aching to prove
I’m more than the door that they move for.

Golden entry, no list — smile and they let me in.
Lips part, doors open, sins get forgiven.
Yeah, the world bends a little when you look like a sin,
but I walk through the door — then I gotta begin.

Every ‘yes’ leaves a question mark,
every gift feels like a scar.
Pretty privilege — it’s shiny, it’s loud,
but I don’t want a crown I can’t build on the ground.

Golden entry, no list — smile and they let me in.
Lips part, doors open, sins get forgiven.
Yeah, the world bends a little when you look like a sin,
but I walk through the door — then I gotta begin.
I walk through the door — then I rise.
I walk through the door — with fire in my eyes.

Yeah… I got in easy.
But I’ll earn what’s behind me.

 — audio trails into silence