[INTRO] USGS just called. Repeated activity. Same location. Girl— mind your business. [HOOK] Whole lotta shaking in the kitchen tonight Cupcakes wobble, cabinets fighting for life Thick lil filling, glaze on sweet Life is short, bitch— I’m having a treat Shake, shake, shake that plate Lil aftershock? Nah, I ran it back late Earth move once, I might make it repeat Big bitch hungry— I’m having a treat [VERSE 1] Peach real ripe, honey moving slow Glaze on thick, let that lil shit go Butter get glossy, cinnamon loud Whole damn bakery showing out now Soft belly cute, thick thighs touch Built like comfort food, baby, extra plush Used to suck it all in— Girl, for what? Whole lotta cake, and I like that shit a lot Plate start rattling, lamps lean left Neighbor downstairs filing noise complaints “Everything good?” Bitch, yes. Local woman enjoying dessert. [HOOK] Whole lotta shaking in the kitchen tonight Brownie cracked straight down the fault line Sticky lil drizzle, sweet lil heat Maybe enlightenment is having a treat Shake, shake, shake that plate Magnitude rising, don’t investigate Life got questions, I got sweets That’s philosophy, bitch— I’m having a treat [VERSE 2] What is love? What is truth? Why that frosting sitting up like that? Rude. Why we born? Where we go? Why caramel gotta move that damn slow? I don’t know. I’m researching. Very hands-on. Very important. Strawberry glossy, whipped top bent Whole ass dessert got me spiritually fed Table slide left lamp slide right Said “five quick minutes” lost track of the night. Time ain’t real. Ask Einstein. I’m busy. [BREAK] “You think you like dessert too much?” Be so fucking serious. Look at me. Do I look interested in a smaller portion? [VERSE 3] Big bitch built like Sunday brunch Soft rolls, thick layers, whole lotta lunch Love every curve, every fold, every bit I’m the snack AND the customer— efficient as shit No reservation No waiting on dude No man in my kitchen asking what he should do Sir— you don’t even know where I keep the forks. Move. I know the menu I know what hits Know when to take my time know when the whole room— Oops. Pastries. Grandma, quit listening. [FINAL HOOK] Whole lotta shaking in the kitchen tonight Big soft body, appetite right Peach real ripe, cinnamon sweet Life is short, bitch— I’m having a treat Shake, shake, shake that plate If the earth wanna move, let that bitch quake Whole lotta woman, love every piece Compliments to the baker— I’m having a treat Life is weird Death is real Pass that thick-ass cinnamon wheel If existence got meaning I found mine: Eat the damn dessert. Have a good time. [OUTRO] USGS: “Another one?” Me: ...aftershock. Mind your business.
