[Intro] Fun size body Big size dream King energy Dancing with a queen (hey!) [Verse 1] Met you on a one-way flight Passport pic, little wild in the eyes Tiny in the frame but you bend that time Whole wide world in your waistline Color eyes switch like mood rings Bubble bath pics on my blue screen Tattoo on your hip, little phoenix Rising every weekend, heat it, remix Sun on your skin, that bikini loud Every step you take turn into a crowd Wet hair drip down, back like paint You the masterpiece, I just faint [Chorus] Travel ’round the world with my fun size girl She my cosmic bubble queen, let the cosmos swirl We in love, we in love, every night, new sky Body on my body, we just dance, don’t try Shining like the sun, all the stars on glow King and queen pose in a front row show We don’t ever stop, we just bend that time Fun size girl, but the love too wide [Verse 2] Hotel tub, champagne, slow foam rise You laugh, splash crown in my eyes Ink on your leg, little map of the fire Follow that trail, get lost, go higher We flip time zones like coin toss Two-seat ride through the star dust Hands on you, that’s my canvas Every little move turn into madness You spin, I spin, that’s a new galaxy Sweat drip, light hit, that’s alchemy You say, “Boy, you mine,” that’s a royal decree Crown tilted low when you dance on me (woo) [Chorus] Travel ’round the world with my fun size girl She my cosmic bubble queen, let the cosmos swirl We in love, we in love, every night, new sky Body on my body, we just dance, don’t try Shining like the sun, all the stars on glow King and queen pose in a front row show We don’t ever stop, we just bend that time Fun size girl, but the love too wide [Bridge] Fast life, fast rap, slow kiss, deep You jump in my arms, both lose our feet From the club to the bath to the space between I’m the king on the beat, you my bubble queen (yeah)

rap, Hyperactive club-rap banger with fast male vocals, double-time pockets over a bright, bouncy trap-pop beat. Sparkling synth arps and airy pads float above a thick, subby low end; hook explodes with gang shouts and octave vocal doubles. Verses race with razor-cut hi-hats and occasional record-stop drops to spotlight punchline bars, then slam back in with distorted 808 swells and glittery risers. Bridge strips to claps, bass hits, and whispered ad-libs before final chorus fireworks., world

Cosmic Bubble Queen