[Verse 1] I don’t walk into a room, I just claim the air Got a custom-built silhouette, it’s only right to stare I see you checking the specs, trying to read the lines But darling, I’m a high-speed chase in a thirty-five I’m the glitch in your system, the heat in the wire I don't need a match when I’m already the fire. [Pre-Chorus] My center of gravity is a dangerous place to be But you look like you’re dying for a taste of the gravity Lean in a little closer, let the static start to hum I’m the rhythm you’re chasing before the beat has even come. [Chorus] I’m a full-throttle fever in a lace-up frame Keep my cards to my chest, but you’re screaming my name It’s a high-pressure contact, a slow-release thrill If the tension doesn't get you, the confidence will I’m the view from the summit, I’m the slip in the grip Honey, I’m the nectar—you’re just dying for a sip. [Verse 2] I’ve got a mechanical heart and a velvet touch I know I’m "too loud" and I’m "way too much" But you’re tracing the ink like it’s a map to the gold Looking for a secret that’s already been told I don’t play hard to get, I’m just hard to forget I’m the best bad decision that you haven’t made yet. [Bridge] [Spoken/Whispered in that deep Contralto range] Careful now... The calibration is sensitive. One wrong move and you’re caught in the resonance. But then again... You always did like to play with the safety off, didn't you? [Outro] [Slow, fading bass line] Yeah, keep your eyes on the prize... I’m not going anywhere... Unless you’re coming with me. [Final note: A low, humming resonance]
