[Intro] [Whispered Male Vocal|Dry Close Mic|Breath At Section Start|Sparse Dark Piano|Ghost Pads|Reversed Texture|Cinematic Space] Red room breathing Perfume over roses Whole crowd starving Nobody here sober [Hook] [Full Beat Drop|Deep Sliding 808|Heavy Trap Drums|Wide Vocal Doubles|Dark Harmonies|Low Aggressive Lead|Selective Distorted Adlibs] Bitches on my dick like flies to a festering wound Gold teeth flash in the gutter under moonlight Whole room want the skin, nobody want the ruin They want the myth, they don't want the sickness with it Bitches on my dick, all hands on the glass pane Walk in like a car wreck dressed up in a gold chain Body full of secrets, every kiss feel useless They want the glow, they don't want the grind with it [Verse 1] [Stripped Beat|Minimal 808|Sparse Hats|Dark Piano|Dry Forward Vocal|Tight Trap Cadence|Low Numb Delivery] Phone lights blink like a bad bitch upside down on a pole Girls move close when the bass hit ugly Everybody say love when they really mean money Lipstick stain on a warm shot glass Fake smile sharp like a slit through the mask Whole room circling once the blood hit water Everybody want a piece when the name gets darker Leather on the seat, nails in my shoulder Still feel nothing, just colder and colder Bad bitch whisper like she know my damage She just love the burn and the way I handle it Cash stack tall but the chest stay vacant Crowd too loud, still feel half cremated Every touch land, then die on contact I don't feel lust, I just feel empty [Pre Hook] [Beat Pullback|808 Sustain|Sparse Percussion|Close Dry Vocal|Rising Tension|Whisper Doubles] They keep pressing in I keep fading out Every hand on me Still means nothing now [Hook] [Full Beat Return|Deep 808 Slides|Heavy Trap Drums|Wide Doubles|Dark Harmonies|Distorted Adlibs|Maximum Hook Weight] Bitches on my dick like flies to a festering wound Gold teeth flash in the gutter under moonlight Whole room want the skin, nobody want the ruin They want the myth, they don't want the sickness with it Bitches on my dick, all hands on the glass pane Walk in like a car wreck dressed up in a gold chain Body full of secrets, every kiss feel useless They want the glow, they don't want the grind with it [Verse 2] [Stripped Arrangement|Deep Sub|Minimal Hats|Dark Piano Accents|Dry Low Lead|Tight Cadence|Selective Vocal Saturation] Red heel scrape on the tile like a switchblade Bad habits dancing in the mirror, sick face She say I look dangerous, I say you like damage Everybody pray to the devil when it speaks savage Whole squad lit in a fuck boy color Smile for the flash, then I fade by the end of day Money on me, make the parasites gather None of that changed what I was after I know what they see, just a myth in a skin suit Wet mouth lies in a room full of cheap truths Everybody hungry when the chain hit cold light Nobody stays when dawn show what I look like Still got ghosts in the seams of the denim Still got hate in the blood and I wear it like venom Every room synthetic, every face cosmetic Everybody want the body, nobody want the sickness [Bridge] [Vulnerable Breakdown|Piano Forward|Ghost Pads|808 Nearly Absent|Wide Reverb|Intimate Low Vocal|Whisper Doubles|Unresolved Harmony] When the room burns out I still hear the ringing All that skin on skin Never cured a thing in me So let them come close Let them worship the outline I am just a lost soul Wrapped in a bright lie [Final Hook] [Maximum Layering|Full 808 Impact|Heavy Trap Drums|Wide Doubled Lead|Dark Harmonies|Whisper Stack|Distorted Adlibs|Cinematic Collapse] Bitches on my dick like flies to a festering wound Gold teeth flash in the gutter under moonlight Whole room want the skin, nobody want the ruin They want the myth, they don't want the sickness with it Bitches on my dick, all hands on the glass pane Walk in like a car wreck dressed up in a gold chain Body full of secrets, every kiss feel useless They want the glow, they don't want the grind with it [Outro] [Beat Decay|808 Tail|Whispered Lead|Ghost Pads|Reversed Piano Texture|Long Cinematic Reverb|Cold Empty Ending] They want the glow They don't want the grind with it They want the myth They don't want the sickness with it
