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Lyrics
[Verse]
Trish Louis from Bonnieville, down for the thrill,
Hopscotch on the beds, can't sit still.
Scratchin' for the crystals, palms twitch and quiver,
Fiendin' for the buzz, like a snake in the river.
[Verse 2]
Body sold in the night for a hit of the high,
She got demons in her veins, red fire in her eye.
Each man just a ghost, floatin' through the sheets,
She trades sweat and regret for the rocks she seeks.
[Chorus]
Trish got the itch, yeah, scratchin' that crave,
A slave to the spark, to the rush, to the grave.
Beds creak, dealers speak, secrets in the air,
Trish chasin' shadows, but life's unfair.
[Bridge]
The mirror tells tales, makeup barely covers,
Bruises from the monsters she calls short-term lovers.
Bonnieville streets whisper stories in the dark,
Trish burns like a fuse, but can't find the spark.
[Verse 3]
Trish Louis, windblown, lost in the abyss,
Lookin' for salvation in the devil’s kiss.
A queen of chaos with a crown made of shame,
Meth and the sheets playin' tag with her name.
[Outro]
Beds left in rubble, dreams turned to ash,
Trish chasin' meth smoke and a rush that won’t last.
Bonnieville sighs as it watches her fall,
The itch sticks deep—it won’t let go at all.
Details
GeneratedApr 17, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rhythmic, rap, male vocals, gritty
Credits
Prompt byFutureVocoder547
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap about a bed hoping whore named Trish Louis from Bonnieville that's got the itch for meth and sex
