"super nova" by bleood turns excess into armor. Wealth, drugs, and firepower flash like Christmas lights while old attachments get shrugged off and threats land casually. The black diamonds exploding like a supernova capture the whole mood: beautiful, violent, and self-consuming. Everything loved is already burning, so the only move left is to stay untouchable, armed, and indifferent.
super nova Lyrics by bleood
(Watch everything you love burn to the fucking ground)
(Kill your idols, kill your idols, shoot ’em dead)
(Wait, what is?)
(Oh my God, oh my God)
(Oh my God, oh my God)
Yeah, hold up, got green like clover (Bee, bee)
Black diamonds on my wrist, they blow up, like supernova
Lil Uzi, shrug my shoulder, boy, I don’t know ya (Boop, boop; Perfect)
Li-lil’ Uzi, shrug my shoulder, boy, I don’t know ya (Bee, bee; Perfect)
And my money buff like Goku, Vegeta or Trunks (Blegh, blegh; Perfect)
And it’s drugs in my cup, lil’ ho, that’s why it’s doubled up (Perfect)
Ca-can’t never fuck with green lean, sometimes sip the ‘Tuss (Boop, boop)
Way I dual wield the green-red beam, like Christmas (Oh my God, oh my God)
Green-red beam, green-red beam (Oh my God, oh my God)
We gon’ leave ’em in the backrooms, no-clip ’em
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas (Perfect)
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas
Want it, I’m poppin’, poppin’
Ho, ain’t no shonen, no boxing
Ho— ho got wagon, she lobbed it
DRKSHDW, phone can’t fit in the pocket (Boop, boop)
Ex ho too in love, she keep stalking— stalking
I had the toolie on me, I could pop ya
I had the toolie on me, I could pop ya
I had— I had the toolie on me, I could pop ya
Yeah, hold up, got green like clover (Bee, bee)
Black diamonds on my wrist, they blow up, like supernova
Lil-Lil— Lil Uzi, shrug my shoulder, boy, I don’t know ya (Boop, boop; Perfect)
Lil Uzi, shrug my shoulder, boy, I don’t know ya (Bee, bee, perfect)
And my money buff like Goku, Vegeta or Trunks— Trunks (Blegh, blegh; Perfect)
And it’s drugs in my cup, lil’ ho, that’s why it’s doubled up (Perfect)
Ca-can’t never fuck with green lean, sometimes sip the ‘Tuss (Boop, boop)
Way I dual wield the green-red beam, like Christmas (Perfect)
Green-red beam, green-red beam (Bee, bee)
We gon’ leave ’em in the backrooms, no-clip ’em
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas (Perfect)
Way I dual-wield the green-red beam like Christmas (Perfect, perfect)
