Yeah, these lights hit my skin like they tryna undress me
People hear the tone and swear the night gon’ get messy
But this ain’t about touch—it’s the shit that I’m suppressin’
Every wall I built around me got a lesson I ain’t confessin’
Slide through the hallways of my thoughts like a thief
Every memory a blade, every truth bring grief
But I wrap it in a rhythm so the pain look sleek
Say “baby” in a line just to hide how I’m weak
They think I’m talkin’ sex when I’m talkin’ stress
Blame the cadence, blame the vibe, blame the way I express
Yeah, the metaphor dirty, but the meaning clean
If you read it right, you’ll know exactly what I mean
These velvet traps, they close on me
Feel soft as fuck but they fold on me
Everybody swear I’m speakin’ on sheets
But I’m fightin’ my past in between these beats
If these ones could talk, they’d expose my fear
Whisper “bitch, you ain’t healed,” right into my ear
I been runnin’ from the shadows that I built myself
Call it karma, call it demons, call it mental health
But I dress it like seduction just to keep y’all tuned
Let the bassline moan so the truth sounds smooth
Got a fuck-you kind of grace when I trip on regret
Got a habit of turnin’ wounds into lines you won’t forget
If it sound like desire, that’s the trick I deploy
I’m just usin’ dirty language to distract from the void
They think I’m talkin’ sex when I’m talkin’ pain
Like the only thing a metaphor can do is explain
Bodies on bodies—nah, I’m talkin’ my own
This is trauma with a rhythm, not a lust-filled tone
These velvet traps, they close on me
Feel soft as fuck but they fold on me
Everybody swear I’m speakin’ on heat
But I’m wrestlin’ with ghosts in between these beats
If these ones could talk, they’d expose my fear
Say “boy, you ain't free,” whisper right in my ear
Every brick is a moment that I wish I could fix
Every crack is a promise that turned into bullshit
I ain’t touchin’ nobody—I’m just touchin’ the truth
But the rhythm got ‘em thinkin’ I’m up in a booth
Doin’ somethin’ sinful—nah, that ain’t the plan
It’s just guilt in disguise with a mic in its hand
These velvet traps, they close on me
Feel soft as fuck but they choke on me
Everybody swear it’s a lustful theme
But it’s nightmares hidin’ underneath the gleam
If these ones could talk, they’d expose my fear
Say “run from yourself, you’ll end up right here.”