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[Verse 1 – pastel, flirty, late-night glow]
Moonlit balcony, breeze with a candy bite,
You send that “pull up?” text at 12:09 tonight.
Gloss on my wrist from the drink you poured,
Your sweater on me feels like something more.
You laugh too soft, like you’re scared to confess,
Eyes tracing constellations on my neckline’s dress.
Bubblegum heartbeat, skipping in my chest—
If this is nothing, why’s it feel like the best?
[Pre-Chorus – glitter build]
We keep pretending we’re not catching feels,
But every brush of your hand breaks the seal.
[Chorus – sweet, addictive, glossy]
You’re sugar in my system—
one hit, and everything glows, I can’t resist ’em.
Call it a phase, call it a crush,
but you pull me in with that soft-night rush.
Ooh… you taste like slow-burn paradise,
Melting logic into something imprecise.
Yeah, you’re sugar in my system—
and baby, I’m losing rhythm.
[Verse 2 – dreamy, messy-romantic]
Your playlist humming like a heartbeat loop,
We dance in circles ’round the living room.
Spilled cherry soda on your favorite tee—
you laugh and say “guess it’s staying with me.”
Your voice is velvet, brushing my spine,
You say it’s casual but you look at me like
we’re already a secret we both know too well—
falling slow-motion in a sugar-spell.
[Pre-Chorus – tighter, warmer]
We draw the line but we blur it again,
Every “this is nothing” turns into “just one more then…”
[Chorus – fuller, more sparkly]
You’re sugar in my system—
one hit, and everything glows, I can’t resist ’em.
Call it a phase, call it a crush,
but you pull me in with that soft-night rush.
Ooh… you taste like slow-burn paradise,
Melting logic into something imprecise.
Yeah, you’re sugar in my system—
and baby, I’m losing rhythm.
[Bridge – floaty, breathy, euphoric]
If this is fleeting, why’s it feeling so right?
If this is nothing, why’d you stay the whole night?
Match-flame kisses in a cotton-candy haze—
let it rewind, let it replay…
[Final Chorus – glowing, breathy layers]
You’re sugar in my system—
drip slow, and I fall into your prism.
Call it whatever, call it a spark,
we’re saints in the glow and sinners in the dark.
Ooh… taste like danger dipped in sweet,
pull me under where our pulses meet.
Yeah… you’re sugar in my system—
and I don’t want the cure, I want the rhythm.
Details
GeneratedNov 26, 2025
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Bubblegum bedroom pop, glossy alt-R&B undercurrent—shimmering synths, trap-tinged hi-hats, breathy stacked vocals.
Credits
Prompt byHunterKV
ModelAria v5
