© 2025 Crazynapz. All rights reserved. Explicit content. Any unauthorized use, copying, distribution, or performance of this track is strictly prohibited and punishable by law. Title: After Hours Apron Artist: Crazynapz ft. Melinoe Genre: Trap Soul / R&B Bounce [Intro – Spoken] "I ain’t just cookin’ for the shift. I’m cookin’ for the moment. Apron still on. Lights still low." [Verse 1 – Male Vocal] She watch me move like I’m stirrin’ fate, Sweat on my brow, but the vibe still great. I plate with rhythm, I serve with weight, She know the look when I lock that gate. I ain’t just tired—I’m tuned and lit, She know the tone when I bite my lip. I move like heat when the lights all hit, She feel the steam when I start to flip. I see her eyes in the way I pour, She see my grind in the kitchen floor. I see her want in the way she wore, She see my love in the way I store. I don’t just feed—I finesse the tray, I don’t just clean—I extend the stay. I don’t just serve—I seduce and sway, I don’t just cook—I create the play. [Hook – Female Vocal (Melinoe)] After hours, apron tied, You been workin’, now it’s time to slide. Steam still risin’, mood don’t hide, You feedin’ more than food tonight. Low flame, high vibe, You movin’ slow but you still provide. Apron on, but the shift done died, Now it’s just you and the heat inside. [Verse 2 – Male Vocal] I see my wife in the way she lean, She know the groove when I keep it clean. I see her smile in the in-between, She know the scent when I shift the scene. She know the code when the lights go dim, She know the pace when I move with vim. She know the sound when I hum that hymn, She know the heat when I fill that brim. I don’t just grind—I create the tone, I don’t just serve—I set the zone. I don’t just clean—I claim the throne, I don’t just feed—I bring it home. She know the rhythm, she know the cue, She know the look when I come on through. She know the steam when the vibe feel new, She know the plate when it’s built for two. [Hook – Female Vocal (Melinoe)] After hours, apron tied, You been workin’, now it’s time to slide. Steam still risin’, mood don’t hide, You feedin’ more than food tonight. Low flame, high vibe, You movin’ slow but you still provide. Apron on, but the shift done died, Now it’s just you and the heat inside. [Outro – Spoken] "Apron still on. But the recipe changed. I ain’t servin’ plates no more—I’m servin’ presence. She ain’t askin’ for food—she askin’ for me. Steam still risin’, but it ain’t from the pot. It’s from the pressure I carry, the heat I bring. This kitchen ain’t just work—it’s foreplay. This silence ain’t just peace—it’s promise. I move slow, deliberate, seasoned. She know the rhythm. She know the scent. She know when the apron stay on, It’s about to get real."
