Bedroom King

Verse 1
Gyal, yuh fragrance float like breeze pon shore,
Every step yuh tek have mi asking fi more.
Grip up mi shirt, whisper, “Close dat door,”
We a paint new scenes weh we never try before.
Slow motion—rhythm under skin,
Eyes lock—mi can hear yuh heartbeat sing.
Hands talk—every touch translate,
We moving in time like we never run late.

Pre-Hook
Dim light, soft wine, we glide—no doubt,
Temperature rise till di night pour out.
No script—just vibes, let di moment lead,
If love is a language, we both can read.

Hook
Gyal, mi waan move it slow (slow),
Tek time, ride pon di flow (flow).
Hold tight, never let go (go),
Tonight a fi we own show (show).

Verse 2
Pull me closer—yuh magnet strong,
Bassline a guide how we carry along.
Neck kiss, cheek brush, pulse run fast,
Every lil’ groove write a future from past.
Curtains sway while di skyline glow,
We hush every doubt when di feelings grow.
Hands on waist, we a drift, then land,
Two souls in a tune weh di world cyaan understand.

Bridge
Shhh… listen how di heartbeat drop—
Same BPM as di kick drum knock.
If we ever lose time, we go find it back,
You + me + riddim—dat a perfect track.

Hook
Gyal, mi waan move it slow (slow),
Tek time, ride pon di flow (flow).
Hold tight, never let go (go),
Tonight a fi we own show (show).

Outro (ad-libs)
(Yeah) Slow… (mmm) steady…
We own this… after hours heavy.

Dancehall, Male, singing, soft, slow