Crave Your Confession

[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Back row of the club like a chapel
Eyes on me, you don’t blink, you unravel
Tongue on your lip, that little half-smile
Yeah, I see the sin, let’s make it worthwhile
[Verse 1]
You bite that straw like you’d bite my neck
You drag your gaze down, slow body check
Say you’re “too sweet” but your hands say “more”
You trace my veins like a map to the floor
You talk in riddles but your hips talk plain
You wanna ride edge, fingertip on the flame
You like it rough, you like it drawn out
Say my name in my ear like a dirty vow
[Chorus]
Crave your confession
Right here, right now
Knees on my tension
Make me say “wow”
Dark little blessing
On your stained white mouth
Crave your confession
Let the sin pour out
[Verse 2]
You press your chest on my back in the crowd
Breath in my ear, every word too loud
“Bet you taste bad for me, bet you taste right”
Hand on my belt like you’re testing my bite
You drag those nails, write curses on skin
Tell me how far you would go to get in
“Punish me, praise me, tear me apart”
You want a bruise shaped just like my heart
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Left hand on my jaw, right hand on fate
You say, “Slow down,” but your pulse says, “Wait”
You pull, I push, we both want loss
Tongues crossed up like a holy cross
[low vocal register]
You say, “Talk filth, make my halo slip”
I spit the kind of truth that you take with your hips
You feed me lies, I swallow them whole
You ride my body like you riding my soul
[Chorus]

rap, Stacked male choir, all a cappella: subharmonic basses, tight baritone bed, sharp tenor stabs as percussion. Verses move like a dark rap sermon, close-mic’d lead spitting rhythmic, explicit lines over body-hit beatboxing and breathy ah’s. Chorus explodes with cathedral-size harmonies and call‑and‑response chants, low drones under bright top line. Ad‑libs and growls punctuate, ending on a held choral cluster that fades into whispered vocals., male vocals, deep, raw