Sticky Nikki in the Penthouse

[Verse 1]
Sticky Nikki, still twitchin'
Red straw in a glass in the kitchen
White lines on a black card glisten
She laughs, but her eyes go missin'
She say, "Baby, I don't feel shit"
But her jaw keep grindin' like a steel bit
Mind on a plane that ain't landed in a year
Whole crew in the room, but she vanish when it's near
[Chorus]
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, too high to come down
Whole past on the table, face buried in the mound
She got dreams on the carpet, tears in the sink
Heart on the rooftop, soul at the brink
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, don’t know where she at
Body on the sofa, mind somewhere past that
She say she chasin' the thrill, I see her chasin' the floor
Every line a new lock on a broken door
[Verse 2]
Balcony view, whole town under feet
But she spread on the couch tryna outrun the heat
Legs swing open like a gate in a storm
Let 'em walk right through, just to feel a little warm
She laugh when they leave, flick ash on the rug
Says love is a scam, every hug just a drug
She wears shame like a necklace, heavy on her chest
Says, "I only feel alive when I'm pressed"
[Chorus]
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, too high to come down
Whole past on the table, face buried in the mound
She got dreams on the carpet, tears in the sink
Heart on the rooftop, soul at the brink
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, don’t know where she at
Body on the sofa, mind somewhere past that
She say she chasin' the thrill, I see her chasin' the floor
Every line a new lock on a broken door
[Bridge]
I said, "Nikki, when you crashin'? When you done with this chase?"
She just smirked in the mirror, wiped the dust from her face
Whispered, "Baby, I'm already gone, you just late to the show"
Then she vanished in the vapors, left her body below (yeah)
[Chorus]
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, too high to come down
Whole past on the table, face buried in the mound
She got dreams on the carpet, tears in the sink
Heart on the rooftop, soul at the brink
Sticky Nikki in the penthouse, don’t know where she at
Body on the sofa, mind somewhere past that
She say she chasin' the thrill, I see her chasin' the floor
Every line a new lock on a broken door

rap, Dark cinematic trap, swung halftime drums and brooding 808s, male vocals with close-mic whisper-rap in the verses and doubled growl ad-libs on key lines; hook lifts with airy pads, haunting background chants, and a subtle distorted bass swell to make the chorus hit heavy but spacious, hollywood, deep