💘Cupid Thinks

[Intro ~ male vocals | spoken hype, smirking | upbeat bounce] I feel stupid… Like a whiny bitch. Seems Cupid thinks I’m already rich. Feeling sorry for myself— Stuck saying “why me?” With that mindset… I get why they ditch. I just need to satisfy This sexual itch. [ Verse 1 ~ male vocals | fast conversational rap | head-nod flow] I get it… With everything we got on our plate. Me being horny— Yeah… I should wait. But don’t let this fill you with hate. My feelings shouldn’t be Up for debate. I’m selfish in what I’m trying to create. In need of something Better than great. I try to make These feelings deflate… It’s frustrating when I try to initiate— And you slam shut the gate. I tell myself— “Wait.” Try and masturbate… But crave being able to connect. So I deflect. Focus on lack of respect. Decide to pay for a date— And my dick won’t even inflate. Man… I can’t seem to catch a break. [Verse 2 ~ male vocals | rhythmic swagger | ironic confidence] I lived life like a low-key superstar. More with pussy and cocaine Than drums and guitar. Set the bar so high It cuts when she shuns. Wanna cry ’cause I can’t feel The rain when she cums. Used to get high Off titties and bums… Now time and again I’m left with crumbs. Should be grateful I ever had a threesome— Watched girls go at it Dressed up like nuns. Had my thumb in her pussy And my tongue up her bum. I can admit I was spoiled a bunch… [VERSE 3 ~Male Vocals heartfelt half speed marcato] So now desire don’t hit The same punch. Get drunk when The dishes are done. We’re not still wild and young. Now I cuddle With a special someone— Am I the only one That gets the urge To run? URGE TO RUN [Chorus ~ chant | crowd-ready hook | mosh-friendly] I FEEL STUPID LIKE A Whiny Bitch. SEEMS Cupid Thinks I’M ALREADY RICH. FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF— STUCK SAYING WHY ME? WITH THINKING LIKE THAT… IT’S CLEAR WHY THEY DITCH. STILL TRYING TO SCRATCH THIS SEXUAL ITCH. [Verse 3 ~ male vocals | rapid flow | rising intensity] Wish I could lay this out In black and white… Help others try To see the light. Why’s it feel wrong To want a good night? If it’s someone else— Everyone says it’s alright— But for me… It sparks a fight. I want us all To rise to a new height… But I’m behind. Gone from sight. My mild bark And my lack of bite Makes respect take flight— Crash. Burn. Ignite. Am I too polite? Have I not earned an invite? Why does it always incite Drama the second I take delight Wanting something warm And so tight? And despite trying To do everything right… I’m the one told To go fly a kite. [Bridge ~ male vocals | half-time groove | crowd sway] Feeling so whiny and stupid— Don’t want to bitch and moan. You missed your shot, Cupid. Still need help Scratching this itch In my bones. Fire’s burning… Striking the match— POP FlY.... Its a break--- Can I catch? OR.... end up alone. [Verse 4 ~ male vocals | grounded, sincere | anthemic] Few things in life Bring happiness. Peace within the darkness. Love is truly a blessing— But let’s touch On a few lessons. Love doesn’t require Fucking or a ring. And when your heart stops singing And starts stinging— That’s not love. That’s something else. Love is pure good. Does all that it could. Inherently understood. Life ain’t complete without love— But don’t get it misunderstood. Love is not about sex. Sure… They blend sometimes, bro. Both help you rise from low— But they’re water and snow. Similar… But the same? No. I love with my heart on my sleeve. Show up. Stay. Never leave. And I truly believe— If I love you We don’t need to fuck. I’ll still help you fix your truck— Even if you never suck My cock— I’ll still be your rock. So don’t get stuck Thinking sex and love must lock. Love represents something grand— It can’t be lent, owned, Or controlled by man. Not defined By a government document… It’s about the environment You build Without resentment. So let’s end the debate. Mate without hate. Clear the slate. Increase the rate— We Procreate and elevate. [Final Chorus ~ chant | full crowd | triumphant] I FEEL STUPID LIKE A Whiny Bitch. SEEMS Cupid Thinks-- I’M ALREADY RICH. THEY SAY WITH AGE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SWITCH— PLAY IT SAFE. TAKE FEWER RISKS. BUT PLAYING IT SAFE… I FEEL BORING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH. CAN’T PACK AWAY THIS SEXUAL ITCH. [Outro ~ male vocals | hype talk, cocky laugh | mic-drop fade] Get ya a purse and some booze— Hoping she will choose You to quench her thirst. But he still comes first— With your bubble burst… I’m set up to lose. Thanks Cupid— You heartless prick. Guess love favors the rich. Till things switch… I guess I’m stuck Not giving a fuck— Feeling stupid Like a whiny bitch.