Chocolatier

Lyrics

[Intro - breathy male spoken-word over sparse 808 bass & vinyl crackle, half-whispered]
Yeah... walked in for a single square,
left with a mouth full of fire I can’t spit out.

[Verse 1 - mid-tempo trap drums, deep 808 slide, gritty male rap with slight vocal distortion]
Short queen in black apron, cocoa skin glowin’,
chocolate drip on her fingers like she already knowin’.
“First time?” she asked, voice thick like ganache,
I said “I’m cuttin’ sweets,” she just laughed, “Boy, that’s cute—too late.”
She slid a strawberry, dark shell crackin’, juice poppin’,
tongue hit the sugar rush and my whole posture droppin’.
She been swingin’ this game longer than I been breathin’,
now I’m starin’ at her lips like they the main reason.

[Pre-Chorus - layered harmonies, rising synth pad, side-chained bass]
She said, “Taste slow… or taste deep,”
I ain’t even answer—my restraint already weak.

[Chorus - anthemic R&B hook, stacked male vocals, heavy 808, distorted guitar stabs, aggressive edge]
She sellin’ sweetness to the whole damn city,
but the way she lookin’ at me got me losin’ every limit.
Chocolate on her wrist, I wanna lick the recipe,
she got more than I can handle—still beggin’ “give it all to me.”
Short, thick, dangerous, Black-woman royalty,
I came in for a sample, now she ownin’ every part of me.

[Verse 2 - harder rap delivery, trap hi-hats, distorted 808, aggressive male ad-libs]
She been in this kitchen since before I knew the flavor,
now she got me sweatin’ over fruit I can’t savor.
Ekon on the counter, heartbeat syncopated,
she drippin’ white chocolate on her skin just to test my patience.
Told her I’m on diet, she said “Diet what?”
Then popped a cherry in her mouth and let the juice run.
I’m tryna stay clean but her apron’s comin’ loose,
one more lick and I’ma turn this shop into a no-rules truce.

[Bridge - stripped, emotional male falsetto over minimal piano & reverb snare]
I don’t do sugar, but she taste like medicine,
every bite a lesson that I’ll never learn again.
She got the power, I’m the fool who walked in,
now I’m addicted to the way her sweetness win.

[Final Chorus - full band, heavy distorted guitars, massive 808, male rap layered with soulful sung hook]
She sellin’ sweetness to the whole damn city,
but the way she lookin’ at me got me losin’ every limit.
Chocolate on her wrist, I wanna lick the recipe,
she got more than I can handle—still beggin’ “give it all to me.”
Short, thick, dangerous, Black-woman royalty,
I came in for a sample, now she ownin’ every part of me.

[Outro - fading reverb vocals, distant guitar feedback, low 808 pulse]
…more than I can handle…
but I’m still reachin’.