Sanctuary Curves

rap, Slick hybrid of trap-leaning hip-hop and sultry R&B, mid-tempo groove, Sparse piano and filtered pads under tight drums; verses spit with confident swagger, chorus sung with stacked female hooks and airy harmonies, Bass stays thick but controlled, with subtle church-organ swells for irony, Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field; vocal sits glossy and upfront, hip-hop, r&b

[Verse 1] First lady walk in Sunday still, crowd hush quick Heel taps echo down the aisle Every head turn, every dude slick Flesh tone fit, got the deacons stuck Fabric so thin, like “Lord, what’s up?” Bbl sittin’ like a holy cup Overflow blessings, can’t hold it up [Chorus] First lady with a body like amen Every step say “praise” when she shake then Sanctified sway in a see-through dress Got the whole church caught, tryna pray, tryna guess First lady with a body like amen [Verse 2] Pastor preachin’ but they watchin’ her frame Bible on lap, but they lost in the flame Choir hit a note, she just shift that weight Pew by pew feel the whole earth quake Lip gloss shine, but the back do the talkin’ Cushion in the pew from the way that she walkin’ Sister in the front tryna act offended But she peekin’ through the fan like “girl, I get it” [Chorus] [Bridge] Is it sin, is it style, is it both, is it art? Is it flesh, is it faith, is it flesh playin’ smart? She say “God see all, why I gotta hide?” If He gave me this curve, I’ma walk in that pride [Chorus]

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