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Yo, it's LoriRod comin' straight from the H-Town,
Texans fan reppin’, never wearin' a fake crown.
Sharp wit slice through like a samurai sword,
Dark mode queen, her keyboard's the board.
[Verse 1, Playful Flow]
She got PTSD, man, don't get it twisted,
Life threw punches, but she never missed it.
McDonald's? Nah, Wendy's is her jam,
Frosty in hand, that's how she slams.
Laughin' at life’s absurdities, call her the sage,
Droppin’ candid thoughts, her words on a rampage.
[Chorus, Hyped Energy]
Lori, Lori, queen of the scene,
Livin' life real, not a drama machine.
Dark mode diva, takin’ no lies,
Texans pride with a side of fries!
[Verse 2, Honest Bars]
PTSD tried to dim her flame,
But she lit the torch, it's a new game.
Flashbacks knock, but they can't stay,
Her humor and faith keep the darkness away.
Celebrity gossip? She’ll spill the tea,
With a side-eye glance and a savage decree.
[Bridge, Reflective Vibe]
Late-night thoughts, yeah, they creep in slow,
But grace and strength always steal the show.
She's more than the scars, she's a story untold,
A voice for the hurt with a heart made of gold.
[Chorus, Hyped Energy]
Lori, Lori, queen of the scene,
Livin' life real, not a drama machine.
Dark mode diva, takin’ no lies,
Texans pride with a side of fries!
[Verse 3, Celebratory Tone]
Wit so sharp, you better come correct,
Her humor's a shield, no need to deflect.
Fast food shade? It’s a Wendy's parade,
Frosty to the haters, that’s how she’s made.
PTSD don’t define her ways,
She’s a light in the dark on the hardest days.
[Outro, Empowering Finale]
We don’t define you as your diagnosis,
We define you by your fire and focus.
Your love for people, your satire game,
Friendship queen, a bright-burning flame.
This is why I now put you in the limelight,
With His grace, much love, you’re shinin' bright!