Honey On My Waist

[Verse 1]
Big T-shirt, tiny shorts
Kitchen light, 3 a.m.
You say “bear looks dangerous”
Then you bite your bottom lip again
Cartoon print on my hips
You trace honey with your hand
Say you never liked pajamas
Till you saw this little waistband
[Chorus]
Honey on my waist, yeah, taste it slow
Winnie on the back, but I run the show
You say “girl, that’s childish”
I say “watch me turn you vicious”
Honey on my waist, now you can’t let go
[Verse 2]
Cab ride, late to your place
Under trench coat, secret gold
You keep asking, “Is it hot in here?”
I just smile, don’t answer, pose
Door clicks, coat hits the floor
Yellow bears and red so small
You forget what you were saying
Back against the hallway wall (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Honey on my waist, yeah, taste it slow
Winnie on the back, but I run the show
You say “girl, that’s childish”
I say “watch me turn you vicious”
Honey on my waist, now you can’t let go
[Bridge]
NYC skyline on your blinds
I’m walking past in tiny strides
You follow every turn and twist
Like you’re tied up to these hips
You say “I’ll never see that bear the same”
Laughing while you moan my name
I just tug the little hem
Ask, “You wanna visit Hundred Acre again?” (hey!)
[Drum Solo]
[sharp snare cracks slide into rolling tom fills; hi-hats chatter and stutter, kicks thump in syncopated bursts, then drop to a tight, minimalist groove that leaves space for the next entrance]
[Guitar Solo]
[clean, funky guitar snaps into the pocket, wah-wah phrases answering the drum patterns; a short, singing lead line climbs, bends, and hangs before resolving on a warm, sustained chord]
[Chorus]
Honey on my waist, yeah, taste it slow
Winnie on the back, but I run the show
You say “girl, that’s childish”
I say “watch me turn you vicious”
Honey on my waist, now you can’t let go
[Outro]
Tiny shorts, giant spell
Sweet and wrong, you wear it well
You walk me to the bedroom door
Say “bring that little bear once more”

rap, Slick NYC trap-pop and R&B-pop fusion with female vocals; tight, swung drums and subby bass under a playful, sensual top line. Verses sit in a half-whispered, intimate pocket over sparse keys; chorus blooms into glossy harmonies and bright funk guitar. Mid-song drum solo builds tension with tom rolls and crisp hi-hats, then a wah-kissed guitar solo rides the groove before the final hook stacks ad-libs and backing vocals for a sticky, radio-ready finish., funk, pop