

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Candle wax Cherry ash Gold dust On your glass (yeah) [Verse 1] You roll up, waistline wild, that sway Tattoo peeking where my hand might stay You say “light it,” I obey First pull hit, whole room goes gray Backseat steam in the parking lot Lipstick prints on the jug I shot You climb on top like the crown I got Nails in my back, feel the halo drop Honey on tongue, your taste so slow Drip down chin, you say “don’t let go” Windows fog, we lost that glow Just your eyes and the ember, yo [Chorus] You my honey in the hookah, take it deep, take it slow Body like a prayer that I only smoke in gold Birds and the bees in the sheets, buzz low We get high, we get lost, we get close Honey in the hookah, let it burn, let it roll Breath on my neck, feel you melt in my soul Birds and the bees in the breeze, move slow We get high, we get lost, we get—(woah) [Verse 2] She got hips like desert roads at dusk Every curve say “trust this lust” We trade hits, then we trade that thrust Ash on the rug, both hearts go bust You laugh, then you bite my chain Say “boy, I’m the blessing and the pain” Grind so mean, make a saint insane Halo tilts, you repeat my name Bare feet on the balcony stone City below, but our world unknown You ride, you rise, you take that throne Clouds in your lungs, and you sit at home [Chorus] You my honey in the hookah, take it deep, take it slow Body like a prayer that I only smoke in gold Birds and the bees in the sheets, buzz low We get high, we get lost, we get close Honey in the hookah, let it burn, let it roll Breath on my neck, feel you melt in my soul Birds and the bees in the breeze, move slow We get high, we get lost, we get—(yeah) [Bridge] Inhale, you Exhale, me Two hearts, one Chemistry Inhale, sin Exhale, clean We that Birds-and-bees dream (uh) [Chorus] You my honey in the hookah, take it deep, take it slow Body like a prayer that I only smoke in gold Birds and the bees in the sheets, buzz low We get high, we get lost, we get close Honey in the hookah, let it burn, let it roll Breath on my neck, feel you melt in my soul Birds and the bees in the breeze, move slow We get high, we get lost, we get gone
Tags
rap, Middle Eastern trap with gliding sub bass and airy 528-leaning pads; male vocals with an aggressive Southern cadence in the verses, then floating, hypnotic delivery on the hook. Dark oud and plucked qanun motifs weave through crisp hats and thumping kick. Hook swells with stacked harmonies and filtered ad-libs, bridge drops to half-time with reverb-soaked drones and distant vocal chops before the final chorus slams back in.
3:24
No
4/12/2026