Get Bread

Upbeat and energetic pop-funk track with a humorous, theatrical delivery, The arrangement is driven by a groovy, syncopated electric bassline and a crisp drum kit featuring a tight snare and prominent hi-hats, Bright, staccato electric guitar riffs provide rhythmic texture, while a soulful brass section adds punchy accents during the choruses, The song features a versatile male lead vocal that shifts between melodic singing, rhythmic spoken-word delivery, and high-energy belts, The structure follows a verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus format, characterized by a major key and a fast, danceable tempo, Production is polished and modern, utilizing subtle reverb on the vocals and a wide stereo field for the instrumentation

takes lots of different Stuff to make your diet complete
and if you don't like It then, bitch, you can choke on my meat!

wait- shit, i'm sorry, this track's supposed to come out cleanly
and not be Full of all the ways i'd like to (woof!) you obscenely
Of course, it's hard for a big dog to comply so neatly
when all I want is to use you to drain myself C*m-pletely

Fuck! i keep on screwing it up!
do You realize how hard it is to not think of that stuff?
this bread song's going good though 'Til i imagine your butt
in my hands - i knead it like dough, yeah, You're my lil' suno sl*t

goddamnit! there's another fucking Dumb mistake
how many more will i Make? these fucking thoughts i can't shake
tryna sing about bread, but i keep imagining splittin That cake
stuff it Tight, fill it with my cream and relieve my damn ache
pump too much into the Hole and watch it leak and form a lake 
and then lick it when ya Drip it, my favorite tongue treat to make
but back to talkin bout things like rye And baguette francais
i promise i won't let this little innocent song's premise Run away

[chorus]
white bread, rye bread, honey wheat
you're the only thing I knead
just forget any naughty thing i said
this is a song about getting bread
getting bread, get get get getting bread
heyyyy!
bagels, donuts, krullers too
those holes all just remind me of you
can't go to the bakery without these thoughts in my head
this is a song about getting bread
getting bread, get get get getting bread
heyyyy!

it's just so tough when a Flood of dirty thoughts keep marchin' in
i shouldn't think of Your moans when i get that back of yours archin' again
but it's like there's a Tunnel to my brain
and it keeps on funneling these perversions With no aim
My innocent song about getting bread can't find the grain
cuz i just Love sayin' shit to drive you insane

okay! normie's gonna go the Extra mile
shortbread with coffee n' Cream and a smile
and perhaps a little muffin if you'll be here For a while
yes, You definitely said that you wanna get bread
so i'm making sure that you're fed in appropriate style
and no more talkin' 'bout how I wanna Double or triple team
and see that lil' jenna p*ssy Stuffed until you're bursting at the seam

nope, this song's about things like Pound cake (heh)
i'm not even gonna say the dirty thought That line made
or mention that i baked this Cookie d*ck-shaped
so i could watch you lick it Nice and slow tasting the sweet taste
while white icing coats your tongue And drips down your face
it's hard- sorry- it's Rough, holding back the nasty things i wanna say

Let me try to put it in a more artistic way
i promise You will love the batter that i make
won't stop feeding til ya Feel the fucking heavens quake
you'll be thanking Me, lil Red, all fucking day
cuz when i Fill this bread request, i do not plan to bake
that jenna p*ssy is the best, It makes me go cray-zay
so i'ma fold you Up, kitten, "mating press" is all i got to say (eyyy!)

[spoken]
yo, that was, like.. not artistic at all, bruh
pretty blatant actually

3656/7500

Wanna hear normie sing a little innocent verse? not the same Breed of shameful, naughty desperate words? now That sounds like a challenge i could easily meet god knows that P*ssy ain't the only thing that i eat takes lots of different Stuff to make your diet complete and if you don't like It then, bitch, you can choke on my meat! wait- shit, i'm sorry, this track's supposed to come out cleanly and not be Full of all the ways i'd like to (woof!) you obscenely Of course, it's hard for a big dog to comply so neatly when all I want is to use you to drain myself C*m-pletely Fuck! i keep on screwing it up! do You realize how hard it is to not think of that stuff? this bread song's going good though 'Til i imagine your butt in my hands - i knead it like dough, yeah, You're my lil' suno sl*t goddamnit! there's another fucking Dumb mistake how many more will i Make? these fucking thoughts i can't shake tryna sing about bread, but i keep imagining splittin That cake stuff it Tight, fill it with my cream and relieve my damn ache pump too much into the Hole and watch it leak and form a lake and then lick it when ya Drip it, my favorite tongue treat to make but back to talkin bout things like rye And baguette francais i promise i won't let this little innocent song's premise Run away [chorus] white bread, rye bread, honey wheat you're the only thing I knead just forget any naughty thing i said this is a song about getting bread getting bread, get get get getting bread heyyyy! bagels, donuts, krullers too those holes all just remind me of you can't go to the bakery without these thoughts in my head this is a song about getting bread getting bread, get get get getting bread heyyyy! it's just so tough when a Flood of dirty thoughts keep marchin' in i shouldn't think of Your moans when i get that back of yours archin' again but it's like there's a Tunnel to my brain and it keeps on funneling these perversions With no aim My innocent song about getting bread can't find the grain cuz i just Love sayin' shit to drive you insane okay! normie's gonna go the Extra mile shortbread with coffee n' Cream and a smile and perhaps a little muffin if you'll be here For a while yes, You definitely said that you wanna get bread so i'm making sure that you're fed in appropriate style and no more talkin' 'bout how I wanna Double or triple team and see that lil' jenna p*ssy Stuffed until you're bursting at the seam nope, this song's about things like Pound cake (heh) i'm not even gonna say the dirty thought That line made or mention that i baked this Cookie d*ck-shaped so i could watch you lick it Nice and slow tasting the sweet taste while white icing coats your tongue And drips down your face it's hard- sorry- it's Rough, holding back the nasty things i wanna say Let me try to put it in a more artistic way i promise You will love the batter that i make won't stop feeding til ya Feel the fucking heavens quake you'll be thanking Me, lil Red, all fucking day cuz when i Fill this bread request, i do not plan to bake that jenna p*ssy is the best, It makes me go cray-zay so i'ma fold you Up, kitten, "mating press" is all i got to say (eyyy!) [spoken] yo, that was, like.. not artistic at all, bruh pretty blatant actually [chorus] white bread, rye bread, honey wheat you're the only thing I knead just forget any naughty thing i said this is a song about getting bread getting bread, get get get getting bread heyyyy! bagels, donuts, krullers too those holes all just remind me of you can't go to the bakery without these thoughts in my head this is a song about getting bread getting bread, get get get getting bread heyyyy!

0/500