Verse 1:
Wriothesley’s got the goods, better check that bakery line,
Fluff so soft, it’s the talk of all Fontaine tonight!
He’s stackin’ those buns, hotter than a furnace grind,
That sweet, sweet cake’s got us all in line!
Pre-Chorus:
Buns so fine, they can’t deny,
A duke in the kitchen, look at him fly!
Watch him flip, watch him bake,
Wriothesley’s got that perfect cake!
Chorus:
Cake so fine, it’s a crime,
Got that bakery hustle, all the time!
He’s the man, with the buns so prime,
Wriothesley, yeah, he’s got the hype—divine!
Verse 2:
He’s whippin’ up treats, like it’s all in a day’s work,
Buns so soft, even Furina might smirk!
From the Fortress to the streets, the flavor’s divine,
Wriothesley’s got that cake—better stand in line!
Bridge:
When he bakes, the world stops to stare,
Duke of the buns, ain't nobody compare!
He’s got the cream, the frosting on top,
Wriothesley’s bakery—we can’t stop!
Chorus (Repeat):
Cake so fine, it’s a crime,
Got that bakery hustle, all the time!
He’s the man, with the buns so prime,
Wriothesley, yeah, he’s got the hype—divine!