

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You pull up in that thrift‑store tee Gold on your neck but you talk low key Said you had a drink, now you lean on me Laughin’ at a joke that I didn’t even speak You trace your name in the sweat on my glass Talkin’ ‘bout your ex, say you over that past But your phone light up, you just turn it face down Say you hate games, why you playin’ right now [Chorus] Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna fuck Is it all in the backseat, baby Or somethin’ that we don’t touch Are you fallin’ or fakin’ Am I more than a hit and run Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna, wanna [Verse 2] You call late when the rain run the glass Say you can’t sleep, gotta crash at my pad You don’t like labels but you steal my hoodie Leave your scent in the sheets, then you say it’s “just your way” You talk ‘bout forever, then you ghost for a week Come back with a smile and a mark on your cheek Say it’s just work, I should trust that vibe But your eyes say truth and your hands say lie [Chorus] Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna fuck Is it all in the backseat, baby Or somethin’ that we don’t touch Are you fallin’ or fakin’ Am I more than a hit and run Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna, wanna [Bridge] Tell me in the dark, don’t dress it up (yeah) Whisper what you want, don’t press your luck (uh) If it’s just skin, then say it straight (say it) If it’s my heart, then you gotta stay [Chorus] Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna fuck Is it all in the backseat, baby Or somethin’ that we don’t touch Are you fallin’ or fakin’ Am I more than a hit and run Do you love me, don’t hate me Or just do you wanna, wanna
Tags
rap, Moody trap club banger with male vocals, swung drums and a rubbery sub bass; eerie reversed keys in the verses, chorus widens with detuned synth pads and stacked ad‑libs, energy rides a late-night tension between lust and real feelings, hook hits hard then drops to sparse beats for the bars
3:09
No
4/7/2026