

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (drip… drip…) Tongue on glass red on ice You taste wrong but it hit right (yeah) [Verse 1] You say “sip slow” I throw it back Lip gloss smeared on a midnight tax Palm on hip you inhale fast Every rule we had in a shattered glass White on the counter heat in my jaw You curl like smoke down to my core Teeth on my name til it blur and blur You say “I’m pure” then you prove you’re worse (hah) [Chorus] Liquid lust til we can’t stand up Let it run, let it flood bodies buzzing, bodies stuck You drip sweet sin down my neck, my tongue You the poison I pick and I can’t get enough (can’t get enough) Liquid lust make it burn that rough Every line that we cross got us both undone You say “just one hit” but you load that gun Coca on your breath and you still my drug (still my drug, yeah) [Verse 2] Backseat haze with the doors half cracked Nails in my spine like you signing a pact You laugh “relax” while you dig in deep Every slow exhale like a dirty secret Phone face-down on the dash, no calls You ride that edge til the whole world falls Sweat drip, spit mix on designer skin You swear you’re holy then you binge my sins (yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Liquid lust til we can’t stand up Let it run, let it flood bodies buzzing, bodies stuck You drip sweet sin down my neck, my tongue You the poison I pick and I can’t get enough (ooh) Liquid lust make it burn that rough Every line that we cross got us both undone You say “just one hit” but you load that gun Coca on your breath and you still my drug (my drug) [Bridge] (whispered) say my name with your teeth in it (whispered) draw that line then you bleed in it (whispered) every taste got me fiend again (whispered) every taste got me needin’ it, needin’ it [Chorus] Liquid lust til we can’t stand up Let it run, let it flood bodies buzzing, bodies stuck You drip sweet sin down my neck, my tongue You the poison I pick and I can’t get enough (can’t get enough) Liquid lust make it burn that rough Every line that we cross got us both undone You say “just one hit” but you load that gun Coca on your breath and you still my drug (still my drug, yeah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive 150 BPM dubstep-rap with male vocals spitting rapid, percussive lines over a crushing wobble bass and snarling, distorted synth stabs. Hi-hats chatter in triplets; verses feel tight and syncopated, riding the pocket. Chorus drops into a huge half-time bounce with layered moans and whispered doubles panned wide, ad-libs punching key phrases. FX swells, reverse breaths, and stutter edits build raw, sweaty tension, then cut to brief filter-breaks before each drop., rapid, raw, male vocals, dubstep
3:11
No
1/22/2026