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Stroke of Genius” is Arelle’s take on a lust-soaked wordplay — a seductive slow-burn rap full of double meanings, slick metaphors, and clever bars. Equal parts playful and provocative, it’s a late-night anthem built for lights low, volume high, and no filters. Sexy, smart, and straight fire
Full Lyrics:
I turn her playlist into foreplay, she pressin’ repeat
Every lyric that I drop, she feel it under the sheets
I’m the chef in the kitchen, she the flame on the stove
When I serve it up hot, she don’t ask for to-go

I’m the pen to her paper, I’m the ink that she need
Every stroke spell her name, every line make her bleed
I’m the key to the lock, I’m the code to the safe
She call me GPS ‘cause I know every place

I’m the candle in the room, I’m the wax that will drip
She the ocean in the night, I’m the tide on her hip
I’m the thunder in the storm, I’m the flash in the dark
Every moan that she echo is a hit on the chart

I’m the plug with the power, I’m the spark in the wire
She addicted to the current, I’m her one true supplier
I’m the plane in her sky, I’m the ride with no fare
She the clouds in my path, and I’m always up there

I’m the tongue on her language, I’m the slang that she speak
I’m the Sunday to her sermon, got her prayin’ all week
I’m the ice in her glass, I’m the burn in her throat
I’m the rhythm in her body when the melody float

I’m the king with no crown, I’m the throne that she sit
She the queen with the game, I’m the move that will fit
I’m the glove on her hand, I’m the match to her fire
She the verse to my hook, we the whole choir

I’m the wine in her veins, I’m the toast to her lips
She the ship on my ocean, I’m the wave that won’t quit
I’m the lock on her door, I’m the knock in the night
I’m the text on her phone that she read with a light

I’m the script she rehearsin’, I’m the role that she play
She the song on my radio, repeat every day
I’m the smoke in her lungs, I’m the rush in her chest
She the beat to my heart, I’m the line in her breath

I’m the canvas she paintin’, I’m the brush in her hand
Every stroke is a secret, every curve is the plan
I’m the book with no ending, she the page that I flip
She the taste on my tongue, I’m the bite on her lip

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