NOT YOUR DOLL.
A hard, bouncy hip-hop track with thick, rubbery 808s, punchy trap drums, and a dark, hypnotic bassline. Playful yet menacing female vocals with sharp rap verses and a teasing, melodic hook. Glitchy synth stabs, gritty textures, and a seductive but dangerous attitude. High-energy, swagger-heavy, futuristic, and rhythmically tight, with a heavy club bounce and a wicked edge.
NOT YOUR DOLL.
A hard, bouncy hip-hop track with thick, rubbery 808s, punchy trap drums, and a dark, hypnotic bassline. Playful yet menacing female vocals with sharp rap verses and a teasing, melodic hook. Glitchy synth stabs, gritty textures, and a seductive but dangerous attitude. High-energy, swagger-heavy, futuristic, and rhythmically tight, with a heavy club bounce and a wicked edge.
Lyrics
Intro - Spoken, whispery
Yeah…
You see it, don’tcha?
All that pretty, pretty plastic…
Go on. Touch the glass.
Mm, I thought so.
Verse 1
Perfect smile, catalogue pose
Dressed in vinyl, head-to-toes
You wind me up, I’ll never go
Your little dream, your picture show
Got a mansion, but it’s made of glass
See your reflection, watch it pass
You got the cash, but it ain't the key
This doll's a relic, can't be bought, baby
Ooh, you’re lookin’ hungry, such a pity
I’m a limited edition, one-of-one in the city
Click my heels, but they don’t make a sound
On this pedestal you never could tear down
I’m the Barbie you will never be able to play with
Box is sealed with a permanent kiss
Pretty poison, plastic abyss
Beg for it, yeah, you’ll never get this
I’m the dollhouse you can’t get a key for
Pretty, pretty, what you’re sick for
I’m the fantasy you can’t afford no more
Yeah, you just can’t play with me
My hair don’t pull, my strings ain’t yours
I built these walls and bolted doors
You think I’m sweet? A sugary lie
I’ll look you dead in the eye and smile
Got my own mind, my own little knives
I curate these perfect, plastic lies
You wanna bend me, make me pose your way?
The porcelain’s gonna break you one day
Ooh, you’re lookin’ hungry, such a pity
I’m a limited edition, one-of-one in the city
Click my heels, but they don’t make a sound
On this pedestal you never could tear down
I’m the Barbie you will never be able to play with
Box is sealed with a permanent kiss
Pretty poison, plastic abyss
Beg for it, yeah, you’ll never get this
I’m the dollhouse you can’t get a key for
Pretty, pretty, what you’re sick for
I’m the fantasy you can’t afford no more
Yeah, you just can’t play with me
outro/Bridge
I’m not a toy, I’m a trophy
My love’s a ghost story, get off my property
I’m collector’s-item-level rare
I’ll watch you want me from your rocking chair
Forever pristine, behind the pane
Sunlight hits me, drives you insane
…Yeah.
Outro - Vocals layered and manipulated, fading out
Never, never, never get this (Yeah…)
Play with me? …As if.
(Heh…)
Click, click… that’s the sound of the lock, boy.
Bye-bye.
Sound of a music box winding down and distorting