# [Intro – Soft Whisper]
LaTisha…
That mirror don’t lie.
You the storm *and* the safe place.
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# [Verse 1 – Smooth, Confident]
I saw you in them pink shorts,
Mirror selfie, body built from wars.
California light, but you moved through pain,
Left it all to breathe, now you holdin’ flame.
Kids pushin’ buttons, world pressin’ weight,
But you still got that stance, legs firm with grace.
I read the thread, I heard the tone,
Queen got stress but don’t sleep alone.
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# [Pre-Chorus – Falsetto Harmony]
You said you tired of startin’ over,
You want a touch that won’t fold under.
Say the word, I’ll pull you closer—
Tonight, we ain’t needin’ covers.
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# [Chorus – Refrain Groove]
You don’t need to vent no more,
Lay it on me, close that door.
Mirror talk turn into moans,
In your pink shorts, feelin' grown.
Hard day? Let me taste your sigh.
You lead slow, I grip your thighs.
Tell your stress I’m on patrol—
LaTisha, I’m your soul control.
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# [Verse 2 – Low Voice, Spoken Tone]
I don’t play with what I want.
You got thighs like truth.
A stare like, "Boy, I dare you."
And hips that moved the room.
We met on that blue screen,
But girl, you texted heat.
Said you liked it dominant
Now I’m cuffin’ both your knees.
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# [Bridge – Breakdown, No Beat]
No past men.
No fake tense.
No filters.
No pretense.
You said, "I got scars, but I ain’t done."
I said, "That’s cool, I got a tongue."
Talk your shit, then bend that back,
You ain’t gotta run—relax.
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# [Chorus – Reprise, Stacked Vocals]
You don’t need to vent no more,
Lay it on me, close that door.
Mirror talk turn into moans,
In your pink shorts, feelin' grown.
Hard day? Let me taste your sigh.
You lead slow, I grip your thighs.
Tell your stress I’m on patrol—
LaTisha, I’m your soul control.
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# [Guitar Solo – Slow Funk Riff Over Panting FX]
*(Instrumental)*
Echoes of:
"LaTisha…"
"My peace…"
"My pressure…"
[soft moans in key with the solo]
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# [Outro – Whispered Harmony]
You ain’t gotta raise your voice again.
Tonight, you just… rest.
I got the rest.
[Guitar Solo]