Tip Toe

Here, the rhythm is hidden not in obvious steps, but in a light tiptoe - as if success creeps up silently, yet shines brighter than a disco ball. The words bounce like a ball on a trampoline, turning into a joke about a hot dog, then a line about the moon, where ambition is aimed.

Everything is served with trademark irony: a bag of ‘capital,’ ‘hot sauce’ seasoning, and the confidence that even under the magnifying glass of someone else's envy, style does not lose its shine. The dance step here is both audacity and playfulness, and the habit of taking what is yours without fuss.