[Intro]
Ilyukha rules TikTok
The feed is spinning
Shock
Every swipe is a light
(hey-hey, come on)
[Verse 1]
He draws tracks into the night
Scrolling
Disperses the shivers
Creative Dirik drinks juice
Hides his eyes from all the beauty
He's afraid of Aunt Motya - it's brutal
He hears footsteps - and sits down to play a quest
And girls' laughter under the windows
He's in headphones
Like a cyber monk
[Chorus]
Ilyukha rules TikTok
Spins the world in an hour
Filters
Masks
Dance floor - in every eye
Dirik back in the corner
Hides
Silent
Aunt Motya stands in the doorway
Ilyukha rules TikTok
His finger burns the screen
Beautiful girls - an eternal hurricane
Dirik He sees likes—his heart beats.
But he's thrilled to approach girls.
Depends.
[Verse 2]
Ilyukha whispers: "Chill."
Friend.
It's just a party.
Party.
Hilarious.
But as soon as the girls enter the frame.
Creative director—in the safe.
In the secret closet.
Aunt Motya writes: "Make a brand!"
He reads
As if it's a troll and a trend
Looks at the floor
Swallows fear
And Ilyukha is at the top
All busy
[Chorus]
Ilyukha rules TikTok
Spins the world in an hour
Filters
Masks
The dance floor is in each of his eyes
Dirik is back in the corner
Hides
Silent
Aunt Motya is standing in the doorway
Ilyukha rules TikTok
His finger burns the screen
Beautiful girls are an eternal hurricane
Dirik sees likes - his heart pounds
But approaching the girls - he crashes
Depends
[Bridge]
[the beat sags
Only bass and claps]
"Breathe out
Boss
It's all a game
Aunt Motya is just the meme of the day"
But as soon as she writes "hi" in the chat
He's already thinking of a way out "Light"
[Chorus]
Ilyukha rules TikTok
Turns the world in an hour
Filters
Masks
The dance floor is in each of his eyes
Dirik is back in the corner
Hiding
Silent
Aunt Motya is standing in the doorway
Ilyukha rules TikTok
A finger burns the screen
Beautiful girls are a perpetual hurricane
The world laughs
Likes
Flies with him
And the director is logged out from the girls
Escape
AFK is sitting
