cupcake

Hip hop neo soul, languid 65–75 BPM half-time pulse with a loose, behind-the-beat sway; breathy female mumble-rap with a soft R&B melodic lilt, close-mic and hazily layered; intimate bedroom-soul production with spacious plate reverb, stripped-back verses blooming into softly layered choruses; muted syncopated guitar licks over a deep 808 sub-bass kick

[Intro] Ohhh daddy You wouldn’t be wasted Well maybe once you taste it [Chorus] Because come on let’s just face it When the cake’s in ya face You don’t chase a certain pace Just trace your tongue Make me go crazy (trace your tongue) Make me go crazy [Verse 1] I put the plate down slow You lean in close That look says more Than you’d ever show Frost on my lips Sweet on your mind One little bite You’re doing fine [Pre-Chorus] Don’t act shy now You already know One taste deep And you move real slow Hands on the table Eyes locked on mine I can tell, baby Just take your time [Chorus] Because come on let’s just face it When the cake’s in ya face You don’t chase a certain pace Just trace your tongue Make me go crazy (trace your tongue) Make me go crazy [Verse 2] Cherry on top Cream on the edge You got that grin Like a dare you said I tilt my head You follow that cue One little mess And I’m into you Load up your fork Sugar on skin You take one bite Then you start again [Bridge] Slow down, then don’t Yeah, I like that game Say my name once Then say it again If you want more You know what to do One sweet move And I’m all on you [Final Chorus] Because come on let’s just face it When the cake’s in ya face You don’t chase a certain pace Just trace your tongue Make me go crazy (trace your tongue) Make me go crazy [Outro] Ohhh daddy You wouldn’t be wasted Well maybe once you taste it

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