Drop-top, venom in my lip gloss, Crop top, chaos when I kick off. Braids swing, blonde hair like a whiplash, Selfie check me out quick flash Energy shift, cant handle me Echo in his brain like a felony. [Chorus] Wanting more, wanting more, overdose addict, Rotting core, rotting core, rotten fruit but ur plastic. 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…. Umm Sorry, not today Hit me up, won’t answer Got him in circles he’s a ballerina dancer Spreading throughout his body just Like Cancer Venom in my veins, sweet drip like liquor, (yumm) mirror mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker. He wants me to call (I won’t) 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 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 but he’s plastic. Fake taste — spit that out, (yuck) Wait for the real, no discount route. (Nasty) Swap that boy with a cold-blooded mood, not impressed, with ya attitude Gonna pay gonna learn This time it might just burn This time It’s my turn. Take him in, make him Beg Gon make him Pay Make him wait then say “sorry, But I can’t today” Hit me up, you think I’ll answer ? Dude in circles Like a ballerina dancer Spreading throughout his core just Like Cancer Venom in his veins, sweet drip like liquor, Mirror mirror on the wall say the curse grows thicker. Every time it spins, truth cuts through — Your soul’s unraveling, I hexed that too. (Oops) Tongue like a dagger, I lace every score, You crawl for a taste but I slam that door. (Bye) Rotten at the root, can’t mask that core, I’m the ghost in your chest, can’t shake me no more. (Boo! ) Every time it plays, it cuts, it hits, deeper than before, My voice a curse, it lingers, scratching at his core.he loves me he wants me he loves me more 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
