Synthwave punk-rock electronic hybrid at a driving mid-tempo with bratty eighth-note guitars, pulsing arpeggiated synths, and a punchy four-on-the-floor kick; verse rides tight bass, palm-muted riff, and clipped drums, pre-chorus opens with rising toms and filtered pads, chorus hits with stacked gang shouts and a neon lead synth hook. Female vocals are close-mic and sneering in verses, wide doubled on the hook, with delay throws on the title phrase. Ear candy: reversed cymbal swells into each chorus, glitchy vocal chops between lines, and a final key-change lift. Bright, gritty, glossy mix., electronic, vocal, punk, rock