Wanting more

Female pop hip Hop emo rap Garage rap layered vocals mastered digitally for Radio and large speakers A Gen Z Dark Alt-Pop Banger Featuring Detuned, Distorted Sub Bass Driving The Verses, Backed By Chopped Glitchy Synths And Sparse, Crunchy Percussion, Soulful Layered Vocals Provide Tension And Release, Peaking In A Catchy, Melodic Chorus With Expansive Pads And Filtered Highs r&b pop

Drop-top, venom in my lip gloss,
Crop top, chaos when I kick off.
Braids swing, blonde hair like a whiplash,
Selfie to check me out quick flash

Energy shift, cant  handle me
Echo in his brain like a felony.

Self-sabotage must be  his specialty,
Talk to ghosts like a therapy.
I’m the static in his sensory,
Overload, meltdown, call it chemistry.

[Chorus]
Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict,
Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit but ur plastic.

Sorry , no,  not today 
Hit me up
I won’t answer 
Got him in circles 
 ballerina dancer 
Spreading throughout his body
 just Like Cancer 
Venom in my veins, sweet drip like liquor,
Mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker.
Every time it spins, truth cuts through —
His  soul’s unraveling, I hexed that too.

Dom thoughts when he test my calm,
Might just turn rage into psalms.
Make him pay for all his wrongs

[Chorus]
Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict,
Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit but ur plastic.

Fake taste — I spit that out,
Wait for the real, no discount route.
Swap that boy with a cold-blooded mood,
I’m not impressed, with his attitude 
Gonna pay gonna learn 
This time it might just burn 
This time
It’s my turn.
Take him in make
Him
Beg make him
Pay 
Make him wait no not today 
Hit me up never gon answer 
Dude in circles
Like
 ballerina dancer 
Spreading throughout his body just
 Like Cancer 
Venom in my veins, sweet drip like liquor,
Mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker.
Every time it spins, truth cuts through —
Your soul’s unraveling, I hexed that too.

Tongue like a dagger, I lace every score,
You crawl for a taste but I slam that door.
Rotten at the root, can’t mask that core,
I’m the ghost in your chest, can’t shake me no more.

Every time it plays, it cuts hits  deeper than before,
My voice a curse, it lingers, scratching at his core.
Sweet face, venom-laced, he can’t undo,
Each replay bends you — my prophecy is coming true

Until he drenched with want, leaking out every pore,
The hunger grows savage, he’s  begging for more.
I’m the phantom in his veins, the fever he adore,
On the track — a spell he can’t ignore.

⸻

[Chorus]
Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict,
Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit plastic .
Starving for the hit, but the thrill don’t stick,
What’s the point of love if it feels counterfeit?

Fake taste — I spit that out,
Wait for the real, no discount route.
Leave you—wanting more.

wanting more. Always wanting more

2768/7500

Drop-top, venom in my lip gloss, Crop top, chaos when I kick off. Braids swing, blonde hair like a whiplash, Selfie to check me out quick flash Energy shift, cant handle me Echo in his brain like a felony. Self-sabotage must be his specialty, Talk to ghosts like a therapy. I’m the static in his sensory, Overload, meltdown, call it chemistry. [Chorus] Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict, Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit but ur plastic. Fake taste — I spit that out, Wait for the real, no discount route. Swap that boy with a cold-blooded mood, I’m not impressed, with his attitude Gonna pay gonna learn This time it might just burn This time It’s my turn. Take him in make Him Beg make him Pay Make him wait Sorry , no, not today Hit me up I won’t answer Got him in circles ballerina dancer Spreading throughout his body just Like Cancer Venom in my veins, sweet drip like liquor, Mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker. Every time it spins, truth cuts through — His soul’s unraveling, I hexed that too. Dom thoughts when he test my calm, Might just turn rage into psalms. Make him pay for all his wrongs [Chorus] Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict, Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit but ur plastic. Fake taste — I spit that out, Wait for the real, no discount route. Swap that boy with a cold-blooded mood, I’m not impressed, with his attitude Gonna pay gonna learn This time it might just burn This time It’s my turn. Take him in make Him Beg make him Pay Make him wait no not today Hit me up never gon answer Dude in circles Like ballerina dancer Spreading throughout his body just Like Cancer Venom in my veins, sweet drip like liquor, Mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker. Every time it spins, truth cuts through — Your soul’s unraveling, I hexed that too. Tongue like a dagger, I lace every score, You crawl for a taste but I slam that door. Rotten at the root, can’t mask that core, I’m the ghost in your chest, can’t shake me no more. Every time it plays, it cuts hits deeper than before, My voice a curse, it lingers, scratching at his core. Sweet face, venom-laced, he can’t undo, Each replay bends you — my prophecy is coming true Until he drenched with want, leaking out every pore, The hunger grows savage, he’s begging for more. I’m the phantom in his veins, the fever he adore, On the track — a spell he can’t ignore. ⸻ [Chorus] Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict, Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit plastic . Starving for the hit, but the thrill don’t stick, What’s the point of love if it feels counterfeit? Fake taste — I spit that out, Wait for the real, no discount route. Leave you—wanting more. wanting more. Always wanting more

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