Velours Brûlé by Loreli

[Intro – Low finger snaps, distant smoky accordion, breathy whisper] Viens plus près… Don’t blink. I bite. [Verse 1 – Slow, sultry rap-flow with heavy French accent] Cigarette smoke curls like a question mark, I cross my legs slow, let the silence spark. Leather booth, city lights bleeding through glass, You ordered danger… I just brought the glass. Rouge on my lips like a fresh wound tonight, Every word I drop leaves a little bite. You thought you were hunter, walking so tall, But I’m the trap, baby — silk, teeth and all. Je parle bas, mais je parle vrai, One look from me and your plans decay. I don’t chase, I let the hunger chase me, Then I pull you under, nice and easy. [Pre-Chorus – Voice drops to intimate ASMR, almost whispered] Dis-moi… what do you want? Dis-moi… how bad do you burn? The lights are low… the rules are gone… Come taste the fire, mon chéri, come. [Chorus – Big gliding 808 drop, layered breathy harmonies, sax swell] I’m burned velvet, soft but I scar, Je suis le poison que tu veux dans ton verre. Dark cabaret queen with a criminal heart, One slow dance and you fall apart. Velours brûlé… velours brûlé… You’ll still taste me when the morning’s grey. Velours brûlé… velours brûlé… I’m the sin you never throw away. [Verse 2 – Faster, cockier flow] Champagne bubbles popping on fevered skin, You say my name like you’re committing sin. I laugh low, let the reverb kiss your spine, Every secret you hide? Yeah, I already know mine. No promises, no tomorrow, just this, The way my hips move when I lean in for the kiss. Je suis la nuit qui refuse de finir, The last song playing when the club’s on fire. [Bridge – Almost stripped, just heartbeat + smoky jazz piano] If the city burns… will you still hold me? If the lights go black… will you still want me? I was never safe. I was never clean. I’m just the beautiful thing you can’t unsee. [Final Chorus – Full explosive drop, glitchy accordion + strings] I’m burned velvet, soft but I scar, Je suis le poison que tu veux dans ton verre. Dark cabaret queen with a criminal heart, One slow dance and you fall apart. Velours brûlé… velours brûlé… You’ll beg for me when the morning’s grey. Velours brûlé… velours brûlé… I’m the sin you’ll never throw away. [Outro – Fading sax solo, breathy whispers over slowing 808] Viens plus près… Don’t blink. I bite. Mwah…