She'd Used

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.”