Moth to a flame

Yeah

Metronome in my head, tick-tick, heart race Drum patterns in my chest, can't keep the pace Beat knock, lights low, crowd in a haze I step up to the mic and it's locked in place

I've been thinking 'bout the way you move Every step on the floor like it's locked on a groove Every word that you drop got a different mood And you cutting through the noise when you walk in the room

Got my pen in my hand tryna track your speed While you dancing through the chaos like you don't even bleed

I'm a verse and a hook, you a whole LP I'm a scribble on the page, you a bold marquee