He Texts Like Mercury Retrograd - San1Project & Sunoe -

Disco, Electro Pop, melodic dance rhythm, 120 bpm, vocal polyphony, multi-layered sound, sound and voice effects

April 23, 2025 at 5:12 PMv4

[Pre-Chorus]
He’s got crystals in his glovebox
Incense in his vape
Tells me “you’re my frequency”
But he’s just static in a cape

[Chorus]
He texts like Mercury retrograde
(Slips through... your hands...)
Hits me up with cosmic nonsense
Then disappears to cleanse
I’m a mirrorball in daylight
He’s a shadow throwing shade
Yeah, he loves in cosmic glitches
Wrong emoji, right charade
He texts like Mercury retrograde

[Verse 2]
He sends “⚡️” instead of feelings
Says “you glow” but hides the light
Dances deep like it’s devotion
Then ghosts before the night
(Light-speed lover...)
He talks big on sacred unions
But his WiFi never sticks
He’s a DJ of illusions
Only good at remix tricks
(Drop the beat... drop the act...)

[Pre-Chorus]
He’s allergic to alignment
But addicted to mystique
Says "you're magic, you're my lesson"
But I'm passing every week

[Chorus]
He texts like Mercury retrograde
(Oh no... not again...)
Voice notes full of stardust lies
And typos like a trend
I’m a disco in the daylight
He’s a moon caught in a fade
Gives me zodiac excuses
For the games he’s tailor-made
He texts like Mercury retrograde

[Bridge (spoken over sparkly synth breakdown)]
Reset the vibe, deleted fate
I saged the thread, updated state
He said “we’re twin flames, boo”
But I prefer central heating—true
(Steaming hot, emotionally stable.)

[Breakdown (funky synth echo with playful BV)]
(He’s out of sync... retro kink...)
(Oh he’s deep... like puddles, babe...)
(Gave me stars... stole my charge...)
(Cosmic scam in vintage shades...)

[Outro (fade out with vocoder & sparkle chimes)]
Now I flirt with constellations
Wink at planets, skip the weight
I don’t chase no moon-phase lovers—
Just disco through the gate
(And

block retrograde...)

[Verse 1] Met him at a rooftop bar, Moon in Leo, drink in Mars He wore glitter like religion Said “I manifest through stars” (Yeah, yeah, sparkle-priest...) Said his heart’s a sacred spiral But his patterns felt recycled Left me on read after "miss u" Now I’m kissing my own vinyl (Spin that self-love...) [Pre-Chorus] He’s got crystals in his glovebox Incense in his vape Tells me “you’re my frequency” But he’s just static in a cape [Chorus] He texts like Mercury retrograde (Slips through... your hands...) Hits me up with cosmic nonsense Then disappears to cleanse I’m a mirrorball in daylight He’s a shadow throwing shade Yeah, he loves in cosmic glitches Wrong emoji, right charade He texts like Mercury retrograde [Verse 2] He sends “⚡️” instead of feelings Says “you glow” but hides the light Dances deep like it’s devotion Then ghosts before the night (Light-speed lover...) He talks big on sacred unions But his WiFi never sticks He’s a DJ of illusions Only good at remix tricks (Drop the beat... drop the act...) [Pre-Chorus] He’s allergic to alignment But addicted to mystique Says "you're magic, you're my lesson" But I'm passing every week [Chorus] He texts like Mercury retrograde (Oh no... not again...) Voice notes full of stardust lies And typos like a trend I’m a disco in the daylight He’s a moon caught in a fade Gives me zodiac excuses For the games he’s tailor-made He texts like Mercury retrograde [Bridge (spoken over sparkly synth breakdown)] Reset the vibe, deleted fate I saged the thread, updated state He said “we’re twin flames, boo” But I prefer central heating—true (Steaming hot, emotionally stable.) [Breakdown (funky synth echo with playful BV)] (He’s out of sync... retro kink...) (Oh he’s deep... like puddles, babe...) (Gave me stars... stole my charge...) (Cosmic scam in vintage shades...) [Chorus] He texts like Mercury retrograde (Oh no... not again...) Voice notes full of stardust lies And typos like a trend I’m a disco in the daylight He’s a moon caught in a fade Gives me zodiac excuses For the games he’s tailor-made He texts like Mercury retrograde [Outro (fade out with vocoder & sparkle chimes)] Now I flirt with constellations Wink at planets, skip the weight I don’t chase no moon-phase lovers— Just disco through the gate (And block retrograde...)