Wanting
Lyrics
[Intro - breathy whispers over slow trap 808s and sultry Rhodes keys, building sensual tension]
Doctor's touch, leather bite...
Hazel eyes, pull me under...
Strictly pro... but I hunger...
[Verse 1 - husky female vocals, edgy R&B groove with gritty guitar riffs and sparse hi-hats, intimate confession vibe]
Our sessions locked in shadows, strictly professional,
But your hazel stare ignites this fire I can't control.
BDSM itch crawlin' under my broken skin,
Too terrified to scratch, too shattered to let you in.
You promise to heal me, make me whole again,
But I know the truth—your heart's the lock I can't break.
Everything else though... fuck, it's yours to take.
[Pre-Chorus - rising aggression, layered soulful harmonies, swelling synths and driving snare rolls, passionate build]
Sharp sting of leather kissin' my thighs,
Your bare hand firm, no room for lies.
Dark voice in my ear, "Let go, submit, surrender,"
Teach me trust while my walls start to splinter.
[Chorus - explosive rock-edged drop, hard distorted guitars clash with massive 808 bass, breathy aggressive belts with ad-lib echoes, fiery passionate release]
Give me that pain, that raw fuckin' need!
Whip me raw, make me bleed, make me plead!
Your commands own this body, soul on fire,
But your heart's the cage—cross the line, take it higher!
I trust you with my screams, my tears, my sin,
But can I trust this pussy not to beg for everything?
Fuck "professional"—break me, claim me, own!
[Verse 2 - deeper sensual groove, pitched-down hip-hop flow into soulful croon, edgy trap hi-hats and aggressive bass stabs, vulnerable edge turning fierce]
One glance and I see it, you're teeterin' close,
Precious lines you drew, 'bout to overdose.
I should be grateful for the dominance you deal,
The way you command me to kneel and feel.
But that void in my chest screams for more than your rules,
Your cock deep inside, yeah, but your love? That's the tool.
Broken girl cravin' what you won't fuckin' give.
[Pre-Chorus - intensified buildup, vocal fry aggression, rock distortion creeping in with soul harmonies, heartbeat pulse]
Leather cracks loud, handprint burns so sweet,
Whisper "Good girl," drag me to my knees.
Trust is the lesson in your iron grip,
But my heart's slippin', takin' that dangerous trip.
[Chorus - massive anthemic drop, full band fury with R&B soul ad-libs, hard-hitting drums and sidechained synths, raw emotional aggression peaks]
Give me that pain, that raw fuckin' need!
Whip me raw, make me bleed, make me plead!
Your commands own this body, soul on fire,
But your heart's the cage—cross the line, take it higher!
I trust you with my screams, my tears, my sin,
But can I trust this pussy not to beg for everything?
Fuck "professional"—break me, claim me, own!
[Bridge - stripped-back vulnerable piano and breathy whispers, slow-building rock tension with subtle 808 rumble, emotional raw confession turning edgy]
I know better than to push, to crave what ain't mine,
Your eyes flicker close, but you hold the line.
Trust you with my soul, every whip, every mark,
But myself? This hunger's tearin' me apart...
(Ad-lib: Fuck... give in... please...)
[Outro - fading ethereal reverb vocals over dying guitar feedback and pulsing bass, sensual exhaustion with aggressive whispers]
Strictly professional... yeah, right...
Hazel lies, leather highs...
Trust you... but not me...
Break... me... own...