Toxic Original

[Intro] Oh, you like a little danger, huh? You like the burn, the taste of rust? I’m the one they warned you of— Sweet and venomous, never enough. [Verse 1] Yeah, I’m the smoke in the disco light, The bad idea that feels so right. A kiss that hums like power lines, The red flag dressed in neon signs. Got charm like poison, grace like guilt, I dance on the edge of everything I built. They say “you need saving,” I say “for who?” If you get too close, I’ll ruin you too. [Pre-Chorus] I’m not broken, I’m deliberate, Every scar’s just evidence. Don’t call it pain, don’t call it wrong— I’m just built to burn too long. [Chorus] I’m a toxic original, baby, Built from vice and something crazy. Don’t need your fix, don’t need your cure— I like my chaos pure. I’m a toxic original, baby, No clone could ever phase me. You want my truth? You want it new? Get too close—I’ll poison you. [Verse 2] They talk in whispers, I walk loud, A black sheep with a gold-plated crown. Loner saint with a sinner’s laugh, Half divine and half aftermath. Every lover leaves with lessons learned, I light the match and watch it burn. I’m not cruel, I’m just immune— You’ll learn it slow, but you’ll learn it soon. [Pre-Chorus] I’m not lost, I’m not unsure, I just don’t chase what’s insecure. You say I’m toxic, I say “true”— At least I don’t lie like you do. [Chorus] I’m a toxic original, baby, Built from vice and something crazy. Don’t need your fix, don’t need your cure— I like my chaos pure. I’m a toxic original, baby, No clone could ever phase me. You want my truth? You want it new? Get too close—I’ll poison you. [Bridge – Smooth, almost spoken] You can’t heal what don’t want saving, I’m the scar that keeps engraving. Every heart that thinks it’s brave— Ends up mine to misbehave. [Breakdown – Funk groove hits] (Let’s go!) I’m bad, I’m fine, I’m doing great, Call it vice, I call it fate. I’m not yours, I never stay, I’m the thrill that fades away. [Final Chorus] I’m a toxic original, baby, Built from vice and something crazy. Don’t need your fix, don’t need your cure— I like my chaos pure. I’m a toxic original, baby, Too sharp for you to save me. You want my truth? You want it new? Step right up— I’ll poison you. [Outro] Yeah, I’ll poison you. Smooth like sin, And proud of it too. Toxic original—through and through.