Afterhours Autopsy Video (MV)

[Intro]
Lost in the strobe lights, mind's playing tricks
Between velvet ropes and tear gas hits
Kompa beats bleeding through police static
While my people bleed, I'm getting plastered

[Verse 1]
High off privilege in this Montreal night
Sipping Dom P while the city's uptight
Leila screaming "You forgot where you came from!"
I'm just trying to numb what we running from
Papa's calloused hands built these f*cking clubs
Now I'm dancing here, feeling like a fraud
Got Marie-Claire's tapes collecting dust back home
While I chase these highs, leaving truth alone

[Chorus]
Stuck between worlds, can't pick a side
Designer drugs and survivor's pride
F*ck your judgment, yeah, I feel the shame
But tonight these lights wash away the pain
Tonight these lights wash away the pain

[Verse 2]
Code-switching through these VIP lines
French to Arabic, keeping shit refined
But my tongue gets heavy with every drink
Trying to forget what I can't unthink
Scanner frequencies cut through the bass
While downtown burns, I'm in this safe space
Guilt hits harder than this techno beat
Trust fund kids dancing to ghetto heat

[Bridge]
They say choose a side, but I'm in between
Floating through spaces I shouldn't have seen
Pops worked his hands raw to get me here
Now I'm wasting it all on fake atmosphere

[Verse 3]
Every pill I pop is a protest song
Every line I snort tells me where I belong
In this neon maze of mixed identities
Drowning culture shock in these luxuries
Leila's words echo through smoky air
"Authenticity's more than what you wear"
But I'm too far gone to feel sincere
Trading heritage for atmosphere

[Outro]
Lost in translation, lost in the night
These strobe lights blind me from wrong and right
Papa's hands built this concrete dream
While I dance away on this smokescreen