[MY DEMON IN PRADA] --- [Intro – ] “He’s not evil… just overdressed for it.” --- [Verse 1 – claps, distorted guitar loop, trap hi-hats] 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 vocals, riser starts] 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 – drop: full drums + rock guitar + vocal stacks] 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 drums, vocal chop loop, siren FX] 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 – distorted bassline, vocal layering, glitch FX] 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 – build tension again, add echo trail] 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 – repeat, add ad-lib growls or octave harmonies] 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 – FX glitch layer, doubled vocal lines] 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 – stripped: echo vocals, low piano, then drum build] 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, 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 – full instrumental, epic rise, gospel choir fx layer] 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 – whispered, reversed piano chord, vocal swell] Run-a-way with me first. Even in death, I’ll be yours. Still sharp. Still cursed. Hell wears us well.

Demon in Prada