[Intro: (tight drum machine groove, rubbery synth-bass, clipped guitar stabs)] [Break: (spoken word, dry close-mic deadpan)] hey you. don’t stretch first, you’ll pull something. i’m in a mood, and you’re the solution. if you’re smiling right now, good, stay that way. [Instrumental: (drum solo, tom-heavy fills, quick cut edits)] [Verse: (fast monotone rap, sparse backing, crisp hats)] i’m on your doorstep mentally, like i paid the cover fee. mouth full of punchlines, hands full of “come here” energy. kitchen counter calculus, angle work, balance, posture. you say “be respectful,” i say “i’m trying, i just want ya.” shower steam scenario, fogged glass, no small talk. parked car privacy, windows up, heartbeat tick-tock. backyard after-hours, your mom’s fence like a witness line. i’ll keep it grown and playful, you just give me the green sign. [Chorus: (hooky chant-rap, wider synths, extra percussion)] read this naked, don’t overthink it. meet me halfway, i’ll do the rest in it. laugh a little, then let me take it. read this naked. [Verse: (fast monotone rap, funk guitar chops, bass more forward)] i’m not a poet, i’m a problem with polite manners. i’ll make you blush, then make you grin, then make you grab my collar. slick talk, quick step, tip-top tempo, no stutter. you like the deadpan tone, but the hands say “don’t play dumb, lover.” i’m the kind of patient that don’t do patient when you tease. you’re the kind of trouble that makes a grown man say “please.” if your phone’s on silent, good, keep the world outside. i’ll be the reason your hair tie disappears and you don’t ask why. [Chorus: (hook repeats, slightly bigger drums, ad-libs implied)] read this naked, keep it simple. lean in close, let the mood get physical. bite your lip, you know i’m with it. read this naked. [Bridge: (rapid-fire, internal rhymes + alliteration focus, beat strips down then rebuilds)] fast mouth, flat tone, i’m a tactician with a bad habit. backdraft laugh, you clap back, then you pull me like a magnet. tight talk, light bite, you like spice, not sappy captions. i map laps, you tap twice, then i’m back in your reaction. short fuse, smooth groove, no rude mood, just mischief. zip it, grip it, flip it, then i’m gone, then i’m with it. kitchen quick-kiss, slick wrist, no wasted motion. shower heat, loud breath, whole room turns to ocean. i’m built a little different, yeah, that’s autism. still got you saying “kiss him,” like you can’t resist him. clean jokes, mean flow, not a creep, just keyed up. you lead me, i read you, then i speed up when you speed up. no cheap lines, no weak time, i keep pace, i keep pressure. you say “right there,” i say “right, yes, that’s my lecture.” [Guitar Solo: (short wah-tinged solo, distorted stabs, drums push harder)] [Verse: (fast monotone rap, fuller backing, punchy bass)] i’m not trying to be subtle, i’m trying to be accurate. you’re a whole situation, i’m a man with a matching appetite. i’ll keep it classy-ish, even when it’s kind of savage. you can talk your shit, i’ll talk mine, then we handle all the damage. countertop confidence, shower stall stamina. car-seat chemistry, backyard banter, no camera. if you want slow, i’ll go slow, if you want wild, i adapt. either way you’ll be laughing when you’re pulling me back. [Chorus: (final hook, biggest drums, thicker synth layers)] read this naked, don’t negotiate it. come a little closer, let me demonstrate it. say my name once, i’ll elevate it. read this naked. [Instrumental: (groove rides, bass and drums lock, quick edit breakouts)] [Break: (spoken word, dry close-mic, half-whisper confidence)] if you’re still standing there reading, that’s adorable. do that thing where you look over your shoulder like you’re deciding. decide faster. [Outro: (drum machine + bass fade, final guitar stabs)]
