

Prompt / Lyrics
[MY DEMON IN PRADA] --- [Intro – ] Oooooh He’s not evil… just overdressed for it. --- [Verse 1 ] He walks in like sin in silk, Eyes like venom, voice like milk. Red on red, he calls it flair, But even heaven wouldn’t dare. --- [Pre-Chorus – bass builds, layered] Sin in a suit, too hot to handle, He lights my fire, I hold the candle. Temptation’s price? I’ll pay the fee, ‘Cause the devil looks better when he’s tailored for me. --- [Chorus ] My demon in Prada, dressed to possess, Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada. (Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse, (Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in. Still my demon in a billionaire skin. --- [Post-Chorus – trap, bass drop] He walks like sin, talks like wine, Every word laced with designer crime. Played my cards right, I’m all in— With my devil in billionaire skin. --- [Verse 2 ] They prayed for our downfall, sweet and slow— But my wrath already tied the bow. They wanna hate us? That’s cute, go choke. They’re spinning our story like a DJ on coke. --- [Pre-Chorus ] Sin in a suit, too hot to handle, He lights my fire, I hold the candle. Temptation’s price? I’ll pay the fee, ‘Cause the devil looks better when he’s tailored for me. --- [Chorus ] My demon in Prada, dressed to possess, Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada. (Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse, (Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in. Still my demon in a billionaire skin. --- [Post-Chorus ] He walks like sin, talks like wine, Every word laced with designer crime. Played my cards right, I’m all in— With my devil in billionaire skin. --- [Bridge ] I do… To every breakdown I’ll barely survive. I do… To the whiplash highs and the cyanide dives. I do… To the trauma you wrapped like a gift.. I do. A necklace of thorns—I still wear it, stiff. I do. Not even death can tear this spell. I do… Even in hell. --- [Final Chorus] My demon in Prada, dressed to possess, Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada. (Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse, (Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in. Still my demon in a billionaire skin. --- [Outro ] Run-a-way with me first. Even in death, I’ll be yours. Still sharp. Still cursed. Hell wears us well.
Tags
Powerful raspy female voice, club banger, brass stabbs, drum, violin swell intro, pop-rock, trap, bass, beat drop, stomp
3:09
No
5/5/2025