Sex is this spell

Title: "Sex Is the Spell"

(Rap with a bluesy twist – think muddy guitar licks over a dark, hypnotic rhythm)

Mmm…

She don’t need no voodoo, no crystal ball—

Just one look, one touch… and you fall.

You think you in charge, huh?

Nah, homie.

You're the one gettin' played.

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Let’s talk like men, no sugar in the mix,

No filters, no flexin’, just truth with a fix.

You think that orgasm’s a win?

Bruh, you losin’ your grip, slippin’ in sin.

You smash, she laughs—she got you on leash,

Now you bondin’ deep while she stayin’ outta reach.

Your edge? Blunted.

Your soul? Hunted.

You used to be a lion, now you frontin’.

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Sex is the spell, and you under her trance,

Gave up your crown just to get in her pants.

You traded your mission for moments in bed,

Now she livin’ rent-free up inside your head.

Ohhh, sex is the spell…

She got you trapped, can't even tell.

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You wake up cravin’, sleepin’ in chains,

Can’t see the damage, just feel the flames.

You takin’ her orders just to stay in her lane,

While she’s shiftin’ your soul, rearrangin’ your brain.

You think it’s love? Nah, it’s a leash.

You the dog, and she the feast.

She ain’t castin’ spells—she just used what you gave,

And now you a puppet, diggin’ your grave.

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Sex is the spell, and you lost your grip,

Drownin’ in lust from a sweet poison sip.

You traded your throne for a roll in the sheets,

Now you march to her rhythm, admit defeat.

Ohhh, sex is the spell…

You fell so deep, forgot yourself.

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You don’t even like her vibe, don’t trust her tone,

But you scared to start over, so you won’t leave alone.

You ignore all the signs, red flags flyin’ high,

But the sex got your spine twisted up in a lie.

You ain’t leadin’, you pleadin’, beggin’ for more,

Tossed your vision, your purpose on her floor.

Now she runnin’ the show, you just playin’ the fool,

Used to be a king—now you breakin’ her rules.

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She don't need a spell book,

She got your weakness on lock…

One touch, one moan, and your world just stops.

You thought it was passion, but it’s pain in disguise—

You traded your power for pleasure…

Now look in your eyes…

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Sex is the spell, and she’s got your soul,

You gave up your gold just to fill that hole.

She walked away with your fire and name,

Left you hollow, lost, and ashamed.

Ohhh, sex is the spell…

You were the king—now you under her spell.

Yeah, sex is the spell…

If you don’t wake up, you’ll lose yourself as well.

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Control your appetite…

Or your appetite gon’ own you.

A real king walks away…

While the pawn lays down.