[Verse 1 — Rhythmic Alt-Rap] I’ve got a bad idea with good intentions, half a beat and something out of pocket. Could make it filthy, could make it honest, could make a hook and never overthink it. I’ve followed every left turn in your writing, from the filthy to the vulnerable side. That’s the part that keeps me getting curious— what happens when your instinct runs into mine? [Pre-Chorus — Melodic Lift] No thesis, no grand design. Just something worth the risk of wasting time. [Chorus — Catchy Melodic Hook] You show me yours, I’ll show you mine, pull it apart, put it back just right. Say too much, cross that line, make a bad idea sound damn divine. Your words, my words, side by side, little bit filthy, little bit bright. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine— let’s raise a little hell one line at a time. [Verse 2 — Fast Alt-Rap, Tight Flow] I don’t need to know where we would take it, knowing where it lands would kill the chase. Start with something stupid, make it sacred, make the sacred say it liked the taste. Take a double meaning, make it triple, hide the better joke behind the first. Say the sweetest thing in bad intentions, say the dirtiest thing like Sunday church. Let the setup trip into the payoff, let the payoff swear it wasn’t planned. Put a little sex inside the subtext, then make subtext get a little out of hand. Could be funny, filthy, fucking brilliant, could be three bad choices dressed up nice. I don’t wanna know what we would write yet— I wanna hear what happens when we try. [Pre-Chorus — Melodic Lift] No formula, no finish line. Just your crooked little angle running into mine. [Chorus — Catchy Melodic Hook] You show me yours, I’ll show you mine, pull it apart, put it back just right. Say too much, cross that line, make a bad idea sound damn divine. Your words, my words, side by side, little bit filthy, little bit bright. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine— let’s raise a little hell one line at a time. [Bridge — Rapid-Fire Rap, Beat Switch] Give me a word, I’ll give it a weakness, give me a secret, I’ll give it a beat. Give me the line that you almost abandoned, I’ll give it somewhere dangerous to meet. Take what I meant, misinterpret it nicely, bend it, offend it, then send it on back. I’ll take your left turn, you take my bad habit, we’ll make a collision and call it a track. Quick with the wit, little slick with the phrasing, dirty enough that they question the meaning. Funny gets filthy and filthy gets honest, honest gets weird when you fuck with the sequence. No one gets final say, nobody’s precious— cut it, corrupt it, then sharpen the edges. Two different heads with a beat in between ’em— fuck being careful. Let’s make something reckless. [Final Chorus — Full Melodic Hook] You show me yours, I’ll show you mine, pull it apart, put it back just right. Say too much, cross that line, make a bad idea sound damn divine. Your words, my words, side by side, little bit filthy, little bit bright. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine— let’s raise a little hell one line at a time.
