B n B - R.Belly ft. Jai'Di Swain

Cordell Miller

R. Belly

Cordell Miller

Midwest rap, funk, gospel

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[Intro]
[Spoken]
"He doesn’t just wake her up—he honors her rise.
The kitchen becomes a canvas.
And every bite’s a love letter she can taste.
This ain’t room service.
This is reverence."

[Hook(2x)]
Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets,
I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat.
From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true,
This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you.

[Verse 1]
Good morning, goddess. (Your Highness)
You shine like dawn with nothing on.
Did you sleep like royalty? (Your Flyness)
I stayed up rehearsing my devotion with the lights on. (yea...yea...yea..)

You left your lil fingerprints on the glass of the night—
Now I’m here with your orange juice,
Thinking ‘bout your silhouette in the moonlight,
The way your voice turned “yes” into a song. (just "yes"all night long)

Yeah, the neighbors heard. (Word)
The bed told secrets to the floorboards. (aw...)
We wrote our name in rhythm on the walls, (GET. OUT.)
And now I’m just trying to replenish your world.

A platter for a queen—(Sweet Things.....)
Fresh fruit like jewels in a crown:
Peaches, plums, maybe a mango or cantaloupe slice,
Or a strawberry dipped in chocolate or in chilled champagne ice.

[Hook – Soulful, Catchy]
Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets,
I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat.
From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true,
This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you.

[Verse 2]
No apron, just heart.
Made eggs with the same hands that hold you soft.
Bacon crisp, biscuits golden,
Coffee rich, dark as the way I adore you.

You like it sweet?
Brown sugar in the oats,
Whipped cream on pancakes,
Chocolate chips like hidden notes.

I learned your cravings like I learned your name—
Every detail a devotion,
Every flavor an emotion. (OH...oh...)

Muffins with marmalade,
Toast with a prayer baked in.
Even the butter knows not to melt too fast
‘Cause this moment deserves to linger.

[Hook – Final Chorus, elevated ad-libs]
Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets,
I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat.
From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true,
This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you.

[Outro – Spoken Word]
"You don’t need rose petals when the scent of your smile’s enough.
You don’t need a chef when the man who loves you knows the recipe.
This ain’t a meal.
It’s a thank you.
For choosing to stay.
For waking up with me.
For making yesterday worth repeating.

So eat, baby.
And when you're full—
Just lay there.
I got the dishes."

[hook]

[fade]

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[Intro] [Spoken] "He doesn’t just wake her up—he honors her rise. The kitchen becomes a canvas. And every bite’s a love letter she can taste. This ain’t room service. This is reverence." [Hook(2x)] Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets, I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat. From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true, This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you. [Verse 1] Good morning, goddess. (Your Highness) You shine like dawn with nothing on. Did you sleep like royalty? (Your Flyness) I stayed up rehearsing my devotion with the lights on. (yea...yea...yea..) You left your lil fingerprints on the glass of the night— Now I’m here with your orange juice, Thinking ‘bout your silhouette in the moonlight, The way your voice turned “yes” into a song. (just "yes"all night long) Yeah, the neighbors heard. (Word) The bed told secrets to the floorboards. (aw...) We wrote our name in rhythm on the walls, (GET. OUT.) And now I’m just trying to replenish your world. A platter for a queen—(Sweet Things.....) Fresh fruit like jewels in a crown: Peaches, plums, maybe a mango or cantaloupe slice, Or a strawberry dipped in chocolate or in chilled champagne ice. [Hook – Soulful, Catchy] Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets, I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat. From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true, This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you. [Verse 2] No apron, just heart. Made eggs with the same hands that hold you soft. Bacon crisp, biscuits golden, Coffee rich, dark as the way I adore you. You like it sweet? Brown sugar in the oats, Whipped cream on pancakes, Chocolate chips like hidden notes. I learned your cravings like I learned your name— Every detail a devotion, Every flavor an emotion. (OH...oh...) Muffins with marmalade, Toast with a prayer baked in. Even the butter knows not to melt too fast ‘Cause this moment deserves to linger. [Hook – Final Chorus, elevated ad-libs] Baby, rest your crown, stay in those sheets, I brought the sun on a tray, made peace with the heat. From the stove to your soul, I’m feeding what’s true, This breakfast in bed—it’s my love served to you. [Outro – Spoken Word] "You don’t need rose petals when the scent of your smile’s enough. You don’t need a chef when the man who loves you knows the recipe. This ain’t a meal. It’s a thank you. For choosing to stay. For waking up with me. For making yesterday worth repeating. So eat, baby. And when you're full— Just lay there. I got the dishes." [hook] [fade]

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