Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Beat on the TV Sweat on the wall They were movin’ so reckless Got me stuck in the fall Clickin’ through channels Then that rhythm hit All that Reggae, that Ska Had me losin’ my grip [Chorus] I got these street trap ballad confessions Dirty little thoughts I don’t mention Heart on my sleeve, in detention Caught in the crossfire of tension Street trap ballad confessions Lust in the frame, then reflection Tryna turn hunger to lesson Still I keep givin’ this attention (yeah) [Verse 2] Rock in the kick drum Pop in her hips She was ridin’ that tempo I was bitin’ my lip Aggressive and shameless Like she owned the room Every drop, every grind Had me close to the boom [Chorus] I got these street trap ballad confessions Dirty little thoughts I don’t mention Heart on my sleeve, in detention Caught in the crossfire of tension Street trap ballad confessions Lust in the frame, then reflection Tryna turn hunger to lesson Still I keep givin’ this attention (oh) [Bridge] I’m tryna pray through the static But I’m glued to the scene How can something so toxic Feel this sweet, this obscene? Scroll away, then I’m back in Same clip, same sin Every beat that she’s ridin’ Sounds like where I’ve been [Chorus] I got these street trap ballad confessions Dirty little thoughts I don’t mention Heart on my sleeve, in detention Caught in the crossfire of tension Street trap ballad confessions Lust in the frame, then reflection Tryna turn hunger to lesson Still I keep givin’ this attention (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Gritty street-trap ballad energy with swung drums and skanky off-beat guitar chops. Verses sit low and conversational over subby bass and sparse keys; hook lifts with distorted Pop Rock guitars and stacked gang-style ad-libs. Male vocals, half-sung half-rapped, raw tone; mix pushes the vocal upfront with airy delays for the emotional lines., ska, pop rock, ballad, reggae, rock
Duration
2:34
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026