in the land of the gyatts and the streets so bright, a sigma moves with finesse, day and night. he's got the rizz, the charm, the mewing too, but when he talks about skibidi, his girl loves it true. she's a baddie on the low, with a heart so cold, but when he sings along to skibidi, her icy heart is gold. it's the bussin' beat that sets her soul free, and she can't help but let him cook, just wait and see. in ohio, where the buckeyes roam, he took her hand and said, "let's go back home." but little did he know, his rizz would abound, and she'd be his bet, forever bound. it's the bussin' life for them, a love so true, when skibidi plays, their hearts beat anew. so let him cook, with his sigma charm, for when it comes to love, he disarms.
Costa Rica