“Black Love & Trolleys”
By: Kurt Simmons
(Genre: Smooth 90s-style R&B — think R. Kelly meets Brian McKnight if the song was written in the break room between moves)
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[Intro – Spoken]
It started with a two-man job…
One dolly…
And one brother built like a fridge.
That’s when I knew…
Black love is real.
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[Verse 1 – Kurt (soft falsetto)]
You showed up with gloves, boots, and grace,
Tape in your hand and sweat on your face.
I said “You on the crew today?”
You said, “I lead the crew, baby.”
Lord, I was gone right away.
Movin’ side by side, box by box,
I watched your back like it was Fox.
When you lifted that fridge like it weighed no pounds,
I nearly moaned out loud… but I turned around.
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[Chorus – Smooth and sultry]
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby,
Gatorade sweatin’ from bodies made crazy.
We ain’t just movin’ — we movin’ in sync,
I’m fallin’ for strength with a sexy wink.
Box by box, I feel the connection,
That 2-wheeler rollin’ toward my affection.
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby…
Every move got me feelin’ wavy.
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[Verse 2 – Kurt (can’t hold it in anymore)]
I used to book jobs and never care,
But now I’m hopin’ the schedule puts him there.
He wrapin’ wardrobes with muscles tight,
I write “fragile” on boxes just to watch him right.
We takin’ staircases like a dance floor,
He says “Back me up”—I back him more.
Lunch break hit and I passed him a drink,
He said, “Appreciate it…”
I said, “It’s deeper than you think.”
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[Bridge – Spoken in a whisper]
You ever seen a man glide a dolly up three flights in Timbs…
With biceps like gospel music?
That’s when I knew…
This wasn’t just a move. This was destiny in cargo shorts.
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[Chorus – Full harmony, body roll required]
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby,
Movin’ heavy but my heart feel weightless lately.
Shrink wrap tight but the bond even tighter,
Every push got my soul feelin’ brighter.
I ain’t never loved teamwork like this,
You passed me a strap and I felt bliss.
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby,
Every lift got me fallin’ daily.
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[Verse 3 – Kurt (dreamy)]
Now I book two-man teams with care,
Hope the next brother’s built like air.
Tall, strong, smooth, with that calm voice tone…
Say “10-hour day,” I’ll still follow him home.
Clients ask, “Y’all dating?” I just laugh,
But deep down I’m plannin’ our next staff graph.
Some love starts with flowers and wine,
Mine started with straps, sweat, and overtime.
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[Final Chorus – All in with the feels]
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby,
That two-man route turned into somethin’ crazy.
From dolly wheels to deep connection,
From box lifts to heart affection.
So if you see me starin’ down the hall…
I ain’t checkin’ time, I’m waitin’ on his call.
It’s black love… and trolleys, baby.
Yeah… black love and trolleys.
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[Outro – Whispered over smooth keys]
Don’t need no flowers…
Just gloves…
A hand truck…
And him.
KennyT69
