Mountain Man

Lyrics

[Intro - dark reverb-drenched 808s, low piano stabs, sultry black female breathy moans layered under male spoken word]

Mmm-hmm… you talk big, baby…
But that strength? That’s mine now…

[Verse 1 - gritty electric guitar plucks, deep 808s, male rap-sung with raw chest voice]

I used to run the yard, steel in my grip,
Taraji saw the mountain and claimed the cliff.
One wrong move on the scaffold line,
Now these calloused hands only worship her design.
She walk through Bingley like the pavement bow,
Told me “kneel, king,” so I’m kissing the ground.
Muscle that lifted beams now lift her dress,
She own every inch, she don’t need to ask.

[Pre-Chorus - tension build, dark trap hats, layered breathy female ad-libs “uh-huh, that’s right”]

I was the hammer, now I’m the nail,
She drive me deep till the whole frame fail.
Sweat on my back like rain on glass,
She break the king, turn the king to her slave.

[Chorus - explosive emo-rock guitars crash over soulful R&B chords, male vocals belting with aggressive rasp, female moans riding the high harmonies]

My strength belongs to her now,
Every flex, every vein, every scar, every pound—
She own the power, I just pay the rent,
On my knees for the queen, that’s where the giant went.
My strength belongs to her now,
She take what she want, I don’t make a sound,
Taraji got the keys to the mountain, she don’t share,
One mistake and the king became her private affair.

[Verse 2 - darker, half-time feel, heavy distorted guitar, male rap more aggressive, female ad-libs “yes, daddy… break for me”]

I used to swing beams like they weighed nothing,
Now I swing between her thighs when the lights get low.
She sit on the throne made of rebar and pride,
Tell me “use that back, but only for my ride.”
Bingley watch the fall of the concrete god,
She got me collared with a silk rope, tight as law.
Every “please” that leave my mouth taste like surrender,
She smile, bite her lip, say “good boy, remember.”

[Bridge - stripped, intimate, just low Rhodes keys and breath, male vocals almost whispering, female moans close-mic’d]

I could lift the world… but I’d rather lift her,
Carry that ass like the weight of my worth.
She say “don’t stop till I tell you you’re done,”
And the mountain obeys like the war’s already won.

[Final Chorus - full band re-explosion, guitars screaming, 808s pounding, both voices stacked, female ad-libs more intense]

My strength belongs to her now—
She rewrite the blueprint, I’m the tool she allow.
Taraji own the body, own the will, own the name,
King of the site turned queen’s private flame.
My strength belongs to her now,
On my knees in the dirt, but I never feel shame,
’Cause the only throne I need is between her legs,
And the queen of Bingley got her mountain on a chain.

[Outro - fading distorted guitars, deep 808 roll, female breathy moans dissolve into reverb]

Mmm… good boy…
Don’t move till I say…
My strength… belongs to her… now…