Gloss On Him

[Verse 1]
Melanin buffet
I’m staring at your plate
Wide shoulders, that fade
Got me pressed at the bar, can’t think straight
Brown skin, gold chain
Laugh lines, that vein
In your neck when you talk
Got me ready to misbehave
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m tryna be polite, but my mind’s on your hips
Tongue tied, heart wild, while I’m biting my lip
Cherry on, shine bright, when I take a slow sip
You don’t even know I’m tryna take that trip
[Chorus]
You’re my eye candy, baby, I could lick you clean
Wanna climb that body like a fever dream
Got this gloss on my lips, got me thinking obscene
Black girl magic, black man fantasy scene
You’re my eye candy, baby, got me losing my chill
Every little flex just bending my will
With this gloss on my lips and my hand on your thigh
I just wanna jump your bones, ride that high
[Verse 2]
You laugh, I look away
But my gaze double-backs
Tracing every little line in your shirt on your back
You say my lips look sweet
Wanna taste that sheen
Boy, my legs say “stay” while my mind say “please”
[Rap]
Uh, cocoa butter drip on a cocoa king
Got me plotting on the stroke, how you hold that swing
You a snack, you a meal, I’m a greedy thing
Tryna feel every inch, every hidden ring
Dark skin, soft grin, I’m in trouble now (yeah)
Big hands on my waist, how you hold me down
I’m the potion, motion, hips cast a spell
Gloss thick, tongue slick, boy, I came to rebel
I like ‘em tall, thick, brown like sin
Tat peeking on your chest, I just wanna lean in
If I slide to your place, we ain’t watching a show
I’mma paint on your back, leave my mark when I go (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re my eye candy, baby, I could lick you clean
Wanna climb that body like a fever dream
Got this gloss on my lips, got me thinking obscene
Black girl magic, black man fantasy scene
You’re my eye candy, baby, got me losing my chill
Every little flex just bending my will
With this gloss on my lips and my hand on your thigh
I just wanna jump your bones, ride that high
[Bridge]
Shine on my mouth, shine on your skin
If I take you home, where do we begin?
You say “slow down,” but your hands say “stay”
Boy, this magic in my hips don’t play (uh)
[Chorus]
You’re my eye candy, baby, I could lick you clean
Wanna climb that body like a fever dream
Got this gloss on my lips, got me thinking obscene
Black girl magic, black man fantasy scene
You’re my eye candy, baby, got me losing my chill
Every little flex just bending my will
With this gloss on my lips and my hand on your thigh
I just wanna jump your bones, ride that high (ride that high)

rap, Sultry midtempo R&B with female vocals and sensual rap verse; warm Rhodes and silky pads under a deep pocket drum groove, subby bass gliding around the vocal. Verses intimate and close-mic, hook explodes with stacked harmonies and airy ad-libs. Occasional filtered vox and reverse FX between sections to heighten tension, final chorus rides out with ad-lib runs and subtle string swells., r&b