straight, no tracer

she's tracer

speed racer

no need tryna even chase her

she could race and beat a laser beam

and make it seem a glacier

competing's human nature

do we need to do a wager

place our chips down on the table

and make an accumulator

while me and you were wasting breaths on taking bets

tracer was taking steps away

and now nothin' remains but steam and vapour

see you later

she says

replays every second

evading blades and every threat from any heavy weapon

hella elegant in yellow pants

upsetting fans

outraged when they found out she's gay

as if they ever had a chance

of gallivanting in the pants

of an imaginary character

even if she did exist

you wouldn't be her calibre

a woman becoming

somethin other than bum and boobies

still a cutie

without moving her booty

see the inner beauty

you're thinking

who's she?"