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🥬 OH MY GOD, KALE Genre: Hyper-glam bitchcore trap Vibe: Clean gut, dirty looks. Glam, leafy, unbothered. Beat: Floaty synths, heavy 808s, glittery FX, whisper vocals + mean claps ⸻ 🎀 INTRO (Spoiled, annoyed, elite) “Oh my god… she’s drinking Kail again?” “Didn’t she just cleanse yesterday?” [ADLIB: “She eats pain for protein.”] ⸻ VERSE 1 I don’t eat fries, I sip Kail slow, Mouth on mute but the cheekbones glow. Body on serve, lips on pout, If the greens ain’t raw, then I’m walking out. [ADLIB: “No heat. Just slay.”] Omega fats, rich in the face, AirPod in at the yoga place. My ex texted, said “You’ve changed.” I said “Duh. I’m digesting fame.” [ADLIB: “She ate… and left the romaine.”] ⸻ 🎶 CHORUS 1 🎵 OH MY GOD—KALE! She don’t eat shade, she snacks on scale. Kail in a cup, lips on gloss, Blend game strong and the boys get lost. OH MY GOD—KALE! That’s not lunch, that’s capital gain. Smoothie green with skin so vain, Hydration rich like matcha rain. 🎵 [ADLIB: “Slay gut. Slay life.”] ⸻ 🧃 VERSE 2 Tote says “cleanse,” mindset rude, Didn’t reply ’cause I chewed that mood. Ten steps up and a lemon squeeze, I’m not your friend, I’m your vitamin tease. [ADLIB: “Anti-inflammatory icon.”] Air fryer off, inner peace on, Snapchat ghost and the dressing gone. Gym crush cried, said I’m too cold— Told him: “That’s the price of being bold.” [ADLIB: “You date red flags, I date kale bags.”] ⸻ 😱 DRAMA DROP (Screamed into echo) “OH MY GAWWWWDUHHHH—” “She brought her own Kail… to brunch.” “With no oil… just vibes.” [ADLIB: “She eats in serif font.”] [ADLIB: “Let her steep.”] ⸻ 🎶 CHORUS 2 — DRAMATIZED 🎵 OH MY GAWWWD—KAIL-UHH! She got a green wrap and a blackmail tale. Hair in clip, shade in check, Told the waitress “I’m a kale-ivore, next.” OH MY GAWWWD—KALE! Gut on slay and jawline mean, Ate one leaf, then ruled the scene— That’s Kail, baby. That’s cuisine. 🎵 [ADLIB: “Body by blend.”] ⸻ 💅 BRIDGE (Whispered like a gossip prayer) “She microdosed spinach for clarity.” “She manifested out of dairy.” “She turned down brunch… for a raw beet tasting.” [ADLIB: “Forgive me father, for I did not rinse my romaine.”] ⸻ 🎶 FINAL CHORUS (Glitchy outro beat)

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In this image, a woman with long green hair is the center of attention, as she confidently poses for the camera. She is dressed in a gold outfit, showcasing her unique style. The woman appears to be enjoying her time, possibly at a party or a special event. The scene is set in a forest, adding a touch of nature to the atmosphere. The woman's green hair and outfit, along with her confident pose, create a vibrant and eye-catching image.

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Title: OH MY GOD, KALE
Tags: Hyper-glam, bitchcore, trap

[Intro]
“Oh my god… she’s drinking Kail again?”
“Didn’t she just cleanse yesterday?”
[Adlib: She eats pain for protein]

[Verse 1]
I don’t eat fries, I sip Kail slow,
Mouth on mute but the cheekbones glow.
Body on serve, lips on pout,
If the greens ain’t raw, then I’m walking out.
[Adlib: No heat. Just slay.]

Omega fats, rich in the face,
AirPod in at the yoga place.
My ex texted, said “You’ve changed.”
I said “Duh. I’m digesting fame.”
[Adlib: She ate… and left the romaine.]

[Chorus]
OH MY GOD—KALE!
She don’t eat shade, she snacks on scale.
Kail in a cup, lips on gloss,
Blend game strong and the boys get lost.

OH MY GOD—KALE!
That’s not lunch, that’s capital gain.
Smoothie green with skin so vain,
Hydration rich like matcha rain.
[Adlib: Slay gut. Slay life.]

[Verse 2]
Tote says cleanse, mindset rude,
Didn’t reply ’cause I chewed that mood.
Ten steps up and a lemon squeeze,
I’m not your friend, I’m your vitamin tease.
[Adlib: Anti-inflammatory icon.]

Air fryer off, inner peace on,
Snapchat ghost and the dressing gone.
Gym crush cried, said I’m too cold—
Told him: That’s the price of being bold.
[Adlib: You date red flags, I date kale bags.]

[Drama Drop]
“OH MY GAWWWD—”
“She brought her own Kail… to brunch.”
“With no oil… just vibes.”
[Adlib: She eats in serif font.]
[Adlib: Let her steep.]

[Chorus 2]
OH MY GAWWWD—KAIL-UHH!
She got a green wrap and a blackmail tale.
Hair in clip, shade in check,
Told the waitress I’m a kale-ivore, next.

OH MY GAWWWD—KALE!
Gut on slay and jawline mean,
Ate one leaf, then ruled the scene—
That’s Kail, baby. That’s cuisine.
[Adlib: Body by blend.]

[Bridge]
She microdosed spinach for clarity,
She manifested out of dairy.
She turned down brunch for a raw beet tasting.
[Adlib: Forgive me father, for I did not rinse my romaine.]

[Final Chorus]
OH MY GOD—KALE!
Cleansed in silk with a leafy trail.
Glitter lips and a heart so clean,
Kale is queen, kale’s supreme.
[End]