
[fade in, instrumental 800 trap beat] [Verse 1] Started with a like on a quiet page Just a tiny spark in my day-to-day You watched from the shadows with a shy-boys hush Thinking I was starlight dipped in blush Scrolling through my world like it was contraband Dreaming you'd be someone I would understand Soft harmless tension while you hold your breath Sweating over moments with very little depth [Pre-Chorus] But a scent turns wildfire when the lights are low You sink a little deeper every time I glow That simple crush starts rattling its cage Your pulse pumping hard, head lost in a daze [Chorus] [drop] Yeah, I’m your sticky mirage The happy ending of a selfish massage Twisting slick fists in a loner montage I’m your sticky-sticky-sticky sticky mirage [Verse 2] You’re dropping comments on each new pic Typing out devotion with a trembling click Your balance thins out for a closer glance Paying for illusions hoping they enhance You tip on streams just to catch my wink Praying I’ll remember any username link A gentle admirer in the pull you feed Chasing phantom warmth that your nights now need [vamp] [Pre-Chorus] That quiet lust mutates when the clocks hit late Your hunger gets louder as you marinate You slide in deeper toward that velvet heat Stuck in a spiral where your cravings meet [Chorus] [drop] Yeah, I’m your sticky mirage The late-night vision in a thirst-trap collage Bending weak knees with a photo barrage I’m your sticky-sticky-sticky sticky mirage [Verse 3] Your money scatters like a startled dove Sold off your sneakers for some rented love Joining every platform just to feel my gleam OnlyFans subbing to—every glowing scene You chased a pixel bunny on a midnight page Dropped your whole paycheck for a distant gaze Thinking that this fantasy from a far-off land Might come for real instead of in your hand [vamp] [Pre-Chorus] But every purchase tightens the trance You tumble through a cycle you mistake for chance Your grip on yourself thins inside your fist Lost in the rhythmic motion of your wrist [Final Chorus – to fade] [drop] Yeah, I’m your sticky mirage The fever-dream center of your fuselage Breaking broke wallets in lust-locked bricollage I’m your sticky-sticky-sticky sticky mirage I’m your sticky-sticky-sticky sticky mirage I’m your sticky-sticky-sticky sticky mirage

