🔥 Intro
She wanted in...
She wanted clout...
But Alyssa crossed a line
there’s no crawling out.
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🎵 Verse 1 — The Line She Crossed
Alyssa been creepin’ with the enemy,
Lip‑gloss lies, snakebite energy.
Prints on broken favors, jewelry from bones,
Picking little treasures from people left alone.
She’s been whisperin’ on backlines, dialing into smoke,
Actin’ like a confidante while she keeps a note.
Thought she was invisible, thought she was slick—
But the crew saw the pattern, stitch by stitch.
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🎶 Pre‑Chorus — Throne of Trash
Now she’s sittin’ on a throne
in that frat‑house trap‑house dome—
Fluorescent hum and printer smoke, receipts in every draw.
Every stack a secret, every secret a sin,
Her paper kingdom taped together
with ash and Adderall pins.
(Production cue: sparse piano motif, hushed backing vocal)
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🎵 Chorus — WAR WITH SOAR
Alyssa fucked around, now she’s finding out,
Cracked the silence, watch the room shout out.
You wanted in—congratulations, sis,
You’re included in this war, there’s no reversing this.
She’s at war with Soar—ground underfoot turns loud,
Static in his jaw, neon in the clouds.
She chose the wrong shadow, the wrong scheming track—
Now lightning finds her where she used to stand back.
(Production cue: doubled vocal on hook, heavy 808 pocket)
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🎵 Verse 2 — Enemy Moves
Traded loyalty for gossip, safety for spite,
Shook hands in alleys where the corners keep the night.
Snatched from the broken, thinking no one keeps a list,
But every soft confession is a match to a wick.
Collecting little rumors like coins in a ring,
Counting quiet deposits from the whispering.
Forgot the street’s got queens with nails that write in red—
Diva and Riley been waitin’, sharp edges under thread.
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🎶 Pre‑Chorus 2 — No Turning Back
Her game looks sloppy now, the ledger’s cracked,
She’s losing ground fast, there’s a soundtrack to her track.
Each footstep echoes like a final threat—
This winter’s just beginning, ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
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🎵 Chorus — WAR WITH SOAR (reprise)
Alyssa crossed the line—now watch her fall,
She picked the wrong team, hear Soar’s warcall.
You wanted in—now you’re boxed in the pact,
Once the war lights up—there’s no turning back.
Her paper crown collapses under printer jams,
Stacks come down like a house of flimsy plans.
Diva cracks her knuckles, Riley rolls her back—
They’re ready to throw hands the second she backtracks.
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🎼 Bridge — The Reckoning
Every stolen smile? He knows.
Every whispered lie? It shows.
Every late‑night message sent to those behind her? Kept.
Soar saved receipts—he’s got pieces of the debt.
She wanted smoke—now she’s coughing on the blaze.
Wanted a seat—now she’s sitting in a courtroom haze.
Distorted strings swell as the hallway closes in,
The lights hum louder where her choices end.
(Production cue: distorted guitar/strings swell, sax ghost layer)
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🎵 Final Chorus — The Fall
Alyssa fucked aro
