Woman. WORSHIP Wasted.
Male vocal, Distorted ringtone loop, sub-heavy 808s, reversed choir pads, trap hats, glitch risers, whisper FXShShellyG3
WOMEN. WORSHIP. WASTED. Track 9 – Fear of Attachment --- [INTRO] I love women. I love worship. I’m so wasted. Women. Worship. Wasted. --- [VERSE 1] Club too loud, that’s how I like it Feelings drown under strobes and lightning No good morning, no where-you-been Just shots, gaslight, and violin sin Eyes on me when the wrist turn slow Got a lineup longer than my shadow She said “real or a phase?” I said “both” Now she dancing with my chain on—ghost Never stay long, but I leave a trail Like glitter in your bed, perfume in the veil This ain’t love, it’s a lifestyle tale No strings—just tabs, and I never check mail --- [HOOK] Women. Worship. Wasted. Flash the wrist—entire room face it We don’t fall, we feel famous She want love? Nah, just placements Wasted. Women. Worship. Section lit, and the DJ cursed it Bottle pop, and the scene go ape— Say the name once and they levitate (CHANT – crowd) Women! Worship! Wasted! Women! Worship! Wasted! --- [VERSE 2] Too many bodies, I forgot her name Still she post me like a wedding frame I’m a habit—she don’t want to quit But I change clubs like I’m changin' fits Don't do sleepovers, don’t do “talk” We hit the floor, then I hit block If I slow down, I might catch feels So I dip quick and I close deals And yeah, I got flaws—I’m aware But flaws don’t matter when you fill the air She wants “real”—I want rebound space Intimacy don’t match my taste --- [HOOK] Women. Worship. Wasted. Flash the wrist—entire room face it We don’t fall, we feel famous She want love? Nah, just placements Wasted. Women. Worship. Section lit, and the DJ cursed it Bottle pop, and the scene go ape— Say the name once and they levitate (CHANT – crowd) Women! Worship! Wasted! Women! Worship! Wasted! --- [BRIDGE] I’m not your type—I’m a warning I’m a night out, not a morning Every kiss feel like performance Call it toxic, I call it dormant --- [FINAL HOOK] Women. Worship. Wasted. Flash the wrist—entire room face it We don’t fall, we feel famous She want love? Nah, just placements Wasted. Women. Worship. Section lit, and the DJ cursed it Bottle pop, and the scene go ape— Say the name once and they levitate (CHANT – crowd, screamed over drop) Women! Worship! Wasted! Women! Worship! Wasted! --- [OUTRO] This ain’t forever. It’s just Friday. Don’t get attached. I won’t. W.w.w I'm out.