[Intro] (Deep atmospheric bass hum, slow finger snaps) Mmm... I see the silhouette, girl. You think you’re playing in the shadows alone? Let me pull the curtain back... (Heavy bass drop) [Verse 1, Caesura + Dub Poetry / Low-register flow] I see the fabric clinging... tight... to what you want to hide A tease of silver thread... but I can read the map inside. You drop the strap a fraction... watch me hold my breath to cope But baby, I’m a sailor... I got yards of rope. You want to play the dealer... but I’m matching every card You think you got the lock... but getting in is not that hard. I see the invitation... in the angle of your hips The unspoken promise... dripping slowly from your lips. [Pre-Chorus, Seductive build] The temperature is boiling... let the windows start to steam You painted the picture... now I’m stepping in the scene. So keep your hands steady... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Because I’m ready for the wheel. [Chorus, Syncopated bashment swing] I’m putting both hands on the riddim, let it take us home We can leave the noise behind us, get you all alone. You’ve got the key, but baby, I can show you how it fits We’re skipping past the prep-work, matching wits for wits. Yeah, we can keep it undercover, dancing in the dark A little spark is all it takes to leave a permanent mark. I’m coming home with you... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Yeah, I’m coming home with you. [Verse 2, Zeugma + Metaphysical Verse / Smooth patois-inflected flow] You say you like your coffee black... but I can bring the heat A different kind of chemistry... to make the night complete. You talk about acoustics... let’s see how the bass behaves When two bodies start to ripple... making midnight tidal waves. No need for shortcuts, baby... I enjoy the scenic route Unwrapping every layer... figuring the mystery out. I’m a connoisseur of vintage... I can appreciate the wine [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] And I’m gonna take my time... making your silhouette mine. [Bridge, Melodic, sliding pitch] It’s the pull of the gravity, the bend in the space The way the slow-motion... is accelerating the pace. No touch, just the current... running hot between the skin You opened up the door... now let the real game begin. [Chorus, Syncopated bashment swing] I’m putting both hands on the riddim, let it take us home We can leave the noise behind us, get you all alone. You’ve got the key, but baby, I can show you how it fits We’re skipping past the prep-work, matching wits for wits. Yeah, we can keep it undercover, dancing in the dark A little spark is all it takes to leave a permanent mark. I’m coming home with you... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Yeah, I’m coming home with you. [Outro, Spoken refrain, fading] (Bass filters out, sparse snaps remain) Keep the purse in my hand... While you turn the key. Shh... Don't worry about the lights. The silhouette was perfect. (Soft exhale, fade to silence)
