Trained

Lyrics

[Intro - breathy whispers over deep 808 bass, slow trap hi-hats fading in, haunting soul keys]

She ruled the boardroom... until the collar clicked...
Now she crawls... good girl...

[Verse 1 - gritty auto-tuned rap flow, aggressive delivery with edgy ad-libs, sparse piano chords and rumbling sub-bass]

Nina, 28, sharp tongue cuttin' through the glass ceiling,
High-status wife, commands every room, no kneeling.
Husband ships her off to Marcus, 37, suit pressed tight,
Calm as death, never yells, but owns the night.
Contract signed, temporary property, no escape clause,
Designer peels off, leather thick 'round her throat, jaws pause.
Defiance sparks, but thighs clench—unwanted fire ignites,
Power crumbles, she fights the pull into the lights.

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, breathy soulful harmonies layering over swelling synth pads, restrained 808 kicks]

Eyes locked on the floor, heart racin' wild,
He never breaks—patient, turnin' pride to child.
Clicker snaps, praise drips like honey slow,
Humiliation burns... but the heat starts to grow.

[Chorus - explosive emo-R&B drop, distorted breathy vocals with aggressive rap overlays, massive sidechained 808s, trap snares cracking, dark soul choir echoes]

Collar 'round her neck, crawlin' on all fours,
Boardroom queen now beggin' at his doors.
"Good girl," he says, tail waggin' on command,
Crate locks tight, bowl on the ground—understand?
Mitts on hands, legs spread wide in steel,
Edgin' her close, makin' power kneel.
She craves the calm, the break, the deep dark need,
From throne to pet—now she bleeds for his lead.

[Verse 2 - deep emotional rap, vulnerable breathy breakdowns mid-line, edgy vocal chops, glitchy hi-hats and moody guitar riffs under heavy bass]

Padded mitts swallow fists, no more signin' deals,
Fluffy tail plugged deep, wag it—feel the squeal.
Clicker trains the twitch, praise hits like a drug,
Bowl scraps on the floor, pride drowned in the rug.
Fights the flood between thighs, but body betrays,
Cold metal spreads her open for endless days.
Once commanded rooms, now locked and denied,
Marcus' voice the chain—her new guide.

[Bridge - stripped-back soulful vulnerability, piano-only with reverb-drenched breathy whispers, subtle aggressive ad-libs building to rap outburst, faint 808 pulse]

Why does it ache so good? The crumble, the fall...
High-heel queen crawlin', answerin' his call.
(Ad-lib: Break me... own me...)
Humiliation twists into crave, no turnin' back,
"Good girl" echoes—world fades to black.

[Outro Chorus - fading emo-R&B haze, aggressive rap echoes distorting into breathy sighs, ethereal pads washing over decaying 808s and trap hats]

Collar 'round her neck... crawlin' on all fours...
"Good girl," he breathes... she wags, she pours...
From power to pet... forever his...
Nina crawls... in the dark bliss.
(Fade: Good girl... good girl...)