--- 🎙️ Intro (Spoken) > We ain’t askin’ for perfect. Just a man who’s built different. Dark, tall, solid — street-raised, heart-fed. Grown enough to lead. Freak enough to keep up. Real enough to stay. --- 🎶 Chorus / Hook > That real one — tall, dark, deep with the truth Got that southern talk and them street roots Mind like a king, freak in the sheets Handle his biz and still bring peace That real one — every grown woman know He hold it down and still let her glow You feel that heat when he step in the room He the type that make you say, “Mmm… that’s him.” --- 🎤 Verse 1 Don’t gotta remind him — he already on it Change a tire, cook a meal, fix the moment Handle kids, pray strong, stroke honest Silent strength, but his presence be the loudest Tatted arms, slow smile, voice deep Say your name like a promise, then put you to sleep Stand ten toes, never fold when it’s heat Keep his circle small and his energy clean --- 🎤 Verse 2 He like it nasty, respectful with power Take his time, make you beg for an hour Grip tight, hit right, then shower Kiss your soul, talk goals, eat flowers Yeah he dominant, but he gentle too Take control, but respect your mood He don’t play with hearts — he move with truth And he ain’t scared of a woman that grew --- 🎤 Verse 3 Black and bold, built like a blessing Six-foot-plus, whole aura be flexin’ He don’t compete — he complete your presence And he protect like it’s natural essence Got dreams, got plans, got grind Know when to lead, know when to align Don’t fake, don’t ghost, don’t whine He just build, love deep, and shine --- 🎶 Chorus / Hook (repeat) > That real one — tall, dark, deep with the truth Got that southern talk and them street roots Mind like a king, freak in the sheets Handle his biz and still bring peace That real one — every grown woman know He hold it down and still let her glow You feel that heat when he step in the room He the type that make you say, “Mmm… that’s him.” --- 🖤 Extended Outro (Finale) > He ain’t loud — but his presence speak volumes. Ain’t flashy — but his worth show up in every move. He don’t take, he pours in. He don’t control, he commands. He the kind that make you soft in the middle of chaos. Make you moan in the middle of prayer. Make you laugh while he heal you. And if you ain’t met him yet… Don’t fold. Don’t fake. Don’t shrink. ‘Cause he only show up for the real. He the reward for the woman who never stopped choosing herself. That real one.