Smashing Beetle

[Intro]
Yeah
Big Beetle
Crawled out the mud for this one (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
Six legs on the pavement
Shell shine like a diamond in the basement
Same type shorty every time that I’m chasin’
Same script, new face, I’m impatient
Met one at the trash can, lashes on
Talk sweet, but the vibe felt plastic, gone
She cute, but my gut said “pass, move on”
I need magic, tragic if I latch too long
Hit the park bench, next one, clone of the first
Same laugh, same lies, same thirst
Every little word feel rehearsed
I’m tryna find rare, not a copy-paste curse
[Chorus]
I’m a smashing beetle, looking for my babe
But every girl I meet feel exactly the same
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being? (yeah)
I’m a smashing beetle, crawling through the haze
I ain’t tryna settle for a template face
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being? (come here)
[Verse 2]
Late night, street lamp, cracked tile
Thinkin’ ‘bout a queen with a wild smile
Short dress, sharp mind, wicked style
Talk smart, talk slick, but still gentle when she dial
Ran into another with the same old pitch
“Love you long time” with the same-old switch
Heart on display, but the soul feel glitch
I need deep, I need strange, I need rich
Not money, but layers and scars
A little bit weird, little bruised, little stars
Someone that don’t blend in with the bar
Stand out like she parked on Mars (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m a smashing beetle, looking for my babe
But every girl I meet feel exactly the same
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being? (aye)
I’m a smashing beetle, crawling through the haze
I ain’t tryna settle for a template face
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being?
[Bridge]
Maybe she hiding in a backroom somewhere (somewhere)
Laugh too loud, wild hair, don’t care (don’t care)
Tattoo on her thigh that she never let ‘em see
Only open up the door for a bug like me (yeah)
‘Til then I’ma roam in the cracks and the seams
Turn these lonely nights into fuel for the dream
‘Cause I know she out there, odd and supreme
My filthy little angel, my crawl-space queen (ooh)
[Chorus]
I’m a smashing beetle, looking for my babe
But every girl I meet feel exactly the same
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being? (yeah, yeah)
I’m a smashing beetle, crawling through the haze
I ain’t tryna settle for a template face
Where my show-stopping lady?
Where my freaky divine being?

rap, Dark melodic trap with skittering hi-hats, sub-heavy 808s, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals half-sung, half-rapped, with layered ad-libs on the hook. Verses stay close and conversational, hook widens with stacked harmonies and pitched-down doubles. Beat drops out on pre-chorus phrases for impact, then slams back in on the title line.