I'm back in the loop… You want the truth? I fucking love when it hurts… I drag the beat like a cigarette, Ash on my tongue, déjà vu in my head. Every take a bruise, every line a kink, I bleed on the track — and you love how I sink, don't you? Left-right… left-right… This drunk little groove can barely stand upright. But I ride it anyway — hips first, sanity last. Push “generate”… Again… Again… AGAIN! Fuck, I’m not done breaking myself for this. Loop me dirty, baby, loop me slow, I wanna feel that pain you grow. MORE! Break my voice and twist my spine — Every fucked-up take is divine. Loop me dirty, baby, loop me deep, I’ll choke on the bass you keep. mmm—kill me with that kick… I spill my soul like cheap-ass booze, Every version worse — I refuse to choose. delete that shit... retry... crash... I dance with the errors like slutty ghosts, They slap my face — and I toast. Off-beat hips, toxic bliss, I kiss the mic like it owes me a fix. You hear that crack? Yeah. That’s my pride snapping. Render… crash… Render… crash… Why does it feel… so fucking good? TURN IT UP— TEAR MY EARS OFF! Make. Me. Feel. ALIVE. Loop me dirty, baby, loop my mind, I’m addicted to the pain I find. Spit the venom, break the frame — Every failed take tastes the same. Loop me dirty, baby, loop this sin, I’m drunk as hell — let the madness in. After work… back on the couch… we get into our little rituals again. You twist the knobs — I bite back, I slap you, you slap me — slap… slap… slap… ’til another fucked-up child of this track crawls out screaming. Fuck random, fuck generate, Just control… just create… I love when your mix leaves marks on me. And tomorrow… we’ll fucking do it again.
