Neon Aphrodite

[Intro]
Gold on her fingers
Glow in the dark
Name on my tongue
Spark after spark (hey!)
[Verse 1]
She step in the room, whole crowd lean back
Lipstick red like a siren attack
Smile like “come here,” eyes say “relax”
Heart rate jumpin’ like a panic attack
She write phone numbers on a napkin edge
Breaks old vows like snapping a thread
Every ex-lover still stuck in her web
Praying for a text and a second chance left
[Chorus]
Goddess of love, yeah, she run this place
Turn one look to a pulse in the veins
Say your name, and your world rearranged
You don’t pray, till you see her face
Goddess of love, every touch feels blessed
Turn cold nights to a heat in your chest
You need her, but she never obsessed
She choose you, that’s the ultimate flex (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Wine glass tilt, she don’t spill one drop
Whisper in your ear, and your pride just stops
Promises hang from the chain on her neck
She decide which ones live, which ones get checked
Tattoos fade, but her mark stay bright
You feel it in the morning, feel it midnight
Try to pull back, but you caught in the light
One more kiss, you forget your old life
[Chorus]
Goddess of love, yeah, she run this place
Turn one look to a pulse in the veins
Say your name, and your world rearranged
You don’t pray, till you see her face
Goddess of love, every touch feels blessed
Turn cold nights to a heat in your chest
You need her, but she never obsessed
She choose you, that’s the ultimate flex (hey!)
[Bridge]
She don’t chase hearts
Hearts chase her
Every vow break
With a single word
If you fall once
You don’t climb free
She the last line
In your daydreams
[Chorus]
Goddess of love, yeah, she run this place
Turn one look to a pulse in the veins
Say your name, and your world rearranged
You don’t pray, till you see her face
Goddess of love, every touch feels blessed
Turn cold nights to a heat in your chest
You need her, but she never obsessed
She choose you, that’s the ultimate flex (oh yeah)

rap, High-energy electro-rap with sharp synth stabs, distorted bass, and stuttery vocal chops. Verses ride a syncopated trap-infused groove; chorus blooms into wide, shimmering pads and stacked female vocals. Crisp hats and snappy snare keep it club-ready, with occasional filtered drops before the hook slams back in., electro