Breeding Material

"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.