[STYLE: Dark Southern Trap/Gothic Trap/Sludge Rap|Studio|NoLive] [BPM:72/144|TS:4/4;2/4 cuts;Br 6/8>4/4] [TUNE: Gtr Drop-A AEADF#B|Bass AEAD|808=A] [SCALE:A Phryg/Aeol|Tens:Bb,C,F] [HM:V A5-Bb5-F5-E5|Pre Am-F-C-G|Hook Am-Bb-F-E|Br Am-C-Bb-E] [808:A root,long clean tail,mono sub,Bb>A/F>E glides trans only,kick SC,pre-drop stops] [SYN:dark detuned pads,LP V,wide Hook,rev swells,250-350Hz carve] [BASS:Drop-A,root/oct lock,muted A pedal,Bb-A/F-E walks,sparse slides,grit] [RG:PM A5/Bb5,m2 slides,E-Bb tritone,dead stops] [LG:A-Bb-C-E Phryg motif,oct bends,FB tails,sparse] [DR:deep kick,dry clap/snare,half-time,narrow V hats>wide Hook,sparse rolls] [VX:deep cold chest,close/dry,clipped V,hypnotic doubled Hook,low-oct support] [MIX:dark,mono low/wide high,vocal fwd,-8~-7LUFS,TP<-1dB] [HUM:breaths,imperfect doubles,loose tails,no robotic quant] [INTRO|Am-Bb-F-E] Red wine stain on the rug when I lean back Black silk hanging like the night’s got a relapse Pretty little liar with a knife-edge eyelash Smile too clean for the shit in her past Perfume smell, motel air gone stagnant Gold on my neck, but my pulse stay absent She said, “You love me?”—I laughed, “Don’t ask it.” One slow zip on the velvet body bag [V1|A5-Bb5-F5-E5] Walked in black like the funeral booked me White teeth flash, motherfuckers still shook me Glass on the table, burnt holes in the satin She came looking for love—I ain’t fucking got it Neck froze over, bloodstream septic Red lamp bleeding, whole damn suite hectic She throw that look like she need resurrection Wrong motherfucker for divine intervention Phone screen glow through the fucked-up mascara Cheap lies dressed in designer for cameras Everybody pretty when the flash starts snapping Everybody honest when the high quits happening She kissed my mouth with a chemical aftertaste Her man called twice—she watched that bastard wait Killed what they had without touching a weapon Cold as fuck—then asked me for another second [PRE|Am-F-C-G|808↓] She move like a prayer God wouldn’t answer Black lace wrapped around another disaster Whole lotta skin, ain’t a damn thing sacred Touch feel warm but the love refrigerated [CH|Am-Bb-F-E|FULL] Velvet body bag—velvet body bag Angel in the mirror with a heart pitch-black Velvet body bag—velvet body bag Soft mouth on my neck, cold zip down my back Velvet body bag—velvet body bag Perfume smell sweet while the whole room high Velvet body bag—velvet body bag We make dying inside look expensive as fuck [V2|4/4>2/4 cuts|A/Bb-A] Bad habits stitched in the way that I’m standing God quit talking—I quit fucking asking She want the wrist ice, back room access I want five minutes where nobody acts blessed Trust gets gutted when the masks start slipping No knife needed when attachment goes missing Blue-text bubbles turn gray by morning One clean cut—no speech, no warning Hallway buzzing that nicotine yellow High heels ticking while the bass hit ugly Mirror got powder and fingerprints scattered Everybody gorgeous till the fantasy shatters Told her, “Don’t paint me into something I’m not I ain’t your cure—I’m another fucking rot.” She smiled slow: “Baby, damaged sells.” Then walked through the dark like she owned that hell [BR|6/8|Am-C-Bb-E|DR OUT>SUB] Morning comes gray—I don’t call it regret Wipe down the glass, light another cigarette Every touch rented, every promise got debt Every mouth says forever with an lap dance [BUILD|>4/4|RG+BASS] Let that motherfucking low end shake the ceiling Let the red light lie and call the sickness healing Let the silk cover rot, let cosmetics conceal it Everybody in this room knows exactly what this is— [STOP] Death dressed pretty… and nobody admits it. [FINAL CH|MAX] Velvet body bag—VELVET BODY BAG Angel in the mirror with a heart pitch-black Velvet body bag—VELVET BODY BAG Soft mouth on my neck, cold zip down my back Velvet body bag—VELVET BODY BAG Perfume smell sweet while the whole room cracks Velvet body bag—VELVET BODY BAG We make dying inside look expensive as fuck [LOW OCT] Expensive as fuck… [STRAIN DBL] PRETTY ON THE OUTSIDE— DEAD UNDER THAT. [OUT|Am-Bb-E-Am|FILTER↓] Black velvet swallowing whatever we had Chain still shining but the mirror looks cracked No sunrise coming through these blackout shades Just stale perfume and yesterday’s mistakes She whispered, “You staying?” Nah. Zip that shit shut. [808:A sustain>Bb>A|CUT]
