Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Met you lookin’ bored as hell
Arms crossed, you were hard to sell
Rolled your eyes, said, “Talk or bounce”
I laughed, guess I’m the problem now
You’re sugar in a leather jacket
Soft hands, but you still might smack it (yeah)
Say what you want, don’t dress it up
Mouth so rude, but you back it up
[Chorus]
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type
Talk that talk, then grip my thighs
Kiss me slow, then wreck my life
Guess I love the way you ruin my nights
You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind
Every little line I’m trying to hide
“Turn around,” and I don’t fight
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type
[Verse 2]
You don’t ask twice, you just say “come here”
One look and my spine disappears
Know every button, every flinch
Every little edge you like to pinch
You cook, then you put me on the table
Halo on, but my legs unstable
Call me “good girl” right in my ear
Suddenly I’m anything but clear (oh damn)
[Chorus]
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type
Talk that talk, then grip my thighs
Kiss me slow, then wreck my life
Guess I love the way you ruin my nights
You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind
Every little line I’m trying to hide
“Turn around,” and I don’t fight
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type
[Bridge]
You say “stop” just to watch me beg
Say “stay still” while you hold my neck
You know every dirty thought I hide
And you wear it like a crooked pride
Outside, you’re the sweetest one in sight
Inside, you’re the reason I lose nights
You’re the bruise that I brag about
The quiet man who can make me shout (yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type
Talk that talk, then grip my thighs
Kiss me slow, then wreck my life
Guess I love the way you ruin my nights
You’re kind, you’re cutthroat, read my mind
Every little line I’m trying to hide
“Turn around,” and I don’t fight
You’re sweet, you’re mean, you’re just my type (my type)
Style
rapaggressive pop-punk/rap hybrid: distorted power chords over fastdriving drums; verses drop into half-time trap bounce with 808-weightthen slam back into shouted gang-vocal choruses. female vocals that switch from melodic hooks to sharp-tongued raplayered screams on key linesoccasional glitchy stop-starts for emphasis. energy arcs from teasinglow-voice confession to full-throttlestage-diving catharsis by the final chorus.punkpop punk
Prompt
I want to make a song for the man I’ve been seeing. He’s sweet, kind, blunt, dominant and knowing of everything that goes with sex., rap, punk, pop punk
Credits
Prompt by
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Fox_Net006GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
ModelAria v5
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