"Breeding Material"
(A Defiant Anthem)
[Verse 1]
You call me "baby," like I’m made to please,
Just a pretty face, a trophy to seize.
But I’ve got a voice, I’ve got my own mind,
Not just a body for you to unwind.
[Pre-Chorus]
You want me docile, soft, and sweet,
But I ain’t here to kiss your feet.
So take your whispers, take your lies,
I’ll flip the script—now meet my eyes.
[Chorus]
I’m not your "breeding material," no, not anymore,
I’ll slam the door, you’ll hit the floor.
You want a toy? Well, here’s the deal,
Now you’re my sextoy—how’s that feel?
Too damn heavy, too damn vain,
Next time, babe, don’t be so plain.
[Verse 2]
You like to play like you run the show,
Whiskey words and an ego glow.
But tables turn, and now it’s me,
Who laughs and leaves you on your knees.
[Pre-Chorus]
You thought I’d blush and play along,
But I’m the fire, you’re just the wrong.
So pack your charm, your empty praise,
I’ll be the storm—you’ll be the daze.
[Chorus]
I’m not your "breeding material," no, not anymore,
I’ll slam the door, you’ll hit the floor.
You want a toy? Well, here’s the deal,
Now you’re my sextoy—how’s that feel?
Too damn heavy, too damn vain,
Next time, babe, don’t be so plain.
[Bridge]
I’ll wear my power, sharp and bright,
While you’re just here for one damn night.
A fleeting game, a passing high,
You’re disposable—wave goodbye.
[Outro]
So say my name like it’s a prayer,
But I’m the god who doesn’t care.
"Breeding material"? That’s your lie.
Now watch me leave you wondering why.
