Vanity Scott

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Slow, heavy Houston bass drops hard. Steel drums roll in with a rhythmic Caribbean bounce. Spoken intimate and low)
Yeah... (Vita: *Vanity*)
Nobody has to know.
Just keep it between us.
Watch how we move.
(Bass shaking the frame. Direct, hard, explicit rap pocket)
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
Dripping like water, we setting the tone
Making it explicit, we locked in the zone
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
(Steel drums hitting heavy. Rhythmic, confident rap delivery)
Body-to-body, we locking it down
Our little secret when you come around
Sweat on the surface, the intensity rise
Reading the bedroom right through your eyes
(Steel drums hitting heavy. Rhythmic, confident rap delivery)
Body-to-body, we locking it down
Our little secret when you come around
Sweat on the surface, the intensity rise
Reading the bedroom right through your eyes
[Hook]
(Bass shaking the frame. Direct, hard, explicit rap pocket)
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
Dripping like water, we setting the tone
Making it explicit, we locked in the zone
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
(Steel drums hitting heavy. Rhythmic, confident rap delivery)
Body-to-body, we locking it down
Our little secret when you come around
Sweat on the surface, the intensity rise
Reading the bedroom right through your eyes
[Hook]
(Bass shaking the frame. Direct, hard, explicit rap pocket)
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
Dripping like water, we setting the tone
Making it explicit, we locked in the zone
Keep it private, back it up, push it inside
Ride on the rhythm, no running to hide
[Verse 2]
(16 Bars - Steady cadence, maintaining first-person control)
[Bar 1] Match the energy, look at the flare.
[Bar 2] Smoke in the room, and there's heat in the air.
[Bar 3] Pulling me closer, you calling my name.
[Bar 4] Heavy combustion, we feeding the game.
[Bar 5] Move to the mattress, no breaking the pace.
[Bar 6] Sweat on my chest, and a look on your face.
[Bar 7] Serious sound, hitting the track.
[Bar 8] Arching my spine, and I'm never look back.
[Bar 9] Drop the bomb, silencing doubt.
[Bar 10] Confidential, clearing the clout.
[Bar 11] Deeply intense, we breaking the rules.
[Bar 12] Shaking the foundation, playing with tools.
[Bar 13] Pushing the needle right into the red.
[Bar 14] Remember exactly the words that I said.
[Bar 15] Kindle the core till the ceiling cave in.
[Bar 16] Just between us, I'm playing to win.
[Interlude]
(Beat pulls back to just the heavy trap bass thump. Steel drums loop softly. Spoken low and close to the mic)
Yeah...
Keep that exact same tempo.
Just our little secret.
Don't stop.
[Bridge]
(Beat strips back completely to just a heavy heartbeat thump and single steel drum pings)
What happens here stays out of sight.
We don't need no extra light.
Let it melt and let it spill.
Prove exactly how we feel.
[Outro]
(Steel drum pattern slows down alongside the fading trap bass. Real voice talk out)
Keep it quiet...
Yeah.
Friction and fuel, behind closed doors.
We out. (Vita: *Vanity*)
(Final heartbeat fade to silence)