[Intro – spoken, mocking] Yeah… babe, you knew it. Don’t pretend you didn’t. [Verse 1 – fast, rap-like flow, breathless] I don’t carry roses, I don’t carry rings, I carry knives in my lungs and the dirt that it brings, Every alley screams louder than the law, every corner bleeds whiskey and I drink it raw. I was born in the gutter, raised on the flame, no crown on my head, no family name. I’m the scar on the city, I’m the spit in your face, I’m the chaos that laughs when you beg for grace. Every night I burn my throat on a stage too small, Every day I tear my skin just to feel it all, And you call it a life? I call it a theft — Every kiss that I steal is a promise of death. [Pre-Chorus – hoarse, rising] Every lie you love drips sweet like gin, Every scar I give drags you deeper in. [Chorus – shouted with crowd chants] BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) [Verse 2 – faster, rap-like delivery, gritty] I don’t need your crowns, don’t need your gold, I need fire in my veins and a story untold. Every cop in the street knows my fucking name, every bar in the city knows I play this game. I steal what I want, I fight who I please, I take what I love and I watch it bleed. You think I’m a sinner? I don’t give a damn, I’m the spit in your sermon, I’m the fight in your hand. Every lock is a joke, every chain is a song, I’ve been breaking through walls, been breaking too long. [Pre-Chorus – hoarse, harsher] Every lie you love drips sweet like gin, Every scar I give drags you deeper in. [Chorus – shouted, aggressive, with gang vocals] BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) [Bridge – explosive guitar solo + aggressive vocals] (Spoken, mocking) Babe… this is where you burn. [Guitar solo – distorted, chaotic, feedback-heavy] [Vocals – shouted, rap-like, aggressive] Chains on my hands, blood on my skin, Every fucking sin drags you deeper in. Burn in the fire, choke on the smoke, I laugh in your face every time you choke! [Final Chorus – shouted to breaking point, full crowd chanting] BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) BABY, YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL! (HEY!) SORRY, NOT SORRY, IT’S TYPICAL! (HEY!) [Outro – spoken, raspy laugh fading] Sorry… not sorry.
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