

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Midnight on my cocoa skin Body lotion, little gin Mirror catching every line Of these hips you gotta earn in time [Rap] Gloss on, brown glow, that’s a rare grade Chocolate in the moon, I’m a cascade You want a taste of this shape, that’s a staircase Gotta climb slow, both hands, firm embrace I’m deep-rooted, I need depth in a brother Read my mind, read my scars, uncover I don’t bend for a weak-willed fantasy I need history, strength, real chemistry [Pre-Chorus] If you can’t love all this shade You can’t touch this sugarcane Every curve, every scar I claim Only truth can say my name [Chorus] I need a real Black man to handle my melanin Kiss every inch like it’s medicine Take all these curves like a blessing, not a burden Hold me like my body is a sermon Brown skin, full frame, give it reverence Talk to my soul with your presence I need a real Black man to handle my melanin To trace every line that I’m settled in [Verse 2] I’m thick thunder in a tight dress Heart heavy, but I still flex Need palms steady when the lights fade And a deep voice calling me by my name [Rap] Can you pray over thighs, over soft rolls Can you cradle my doubt when it takes hold I’m a handful, mouthful, whole meal Not a highlight reel, I’m the full reel I want a king who’s in love with my tones From my coils to the bass in my moans If you’re scared of this shape, step aside then I need backbone, broad hands, wide grin [Chorus] I need a real Black man to handle my melanin Kiss every inch like it’s medicine Take all these curves like a blessing, not a burden Hold me like my body is a sermon Brown skin, full frame, give it reverence Talk to my soul with your presence I need a real Black man to handle my melanin To trace every line that I’m settled in [Bridge] Not just body, it’s the bloodline All my aunties in this waistline All my grandmas in this spine Can you honor them when you’re on mine (yeah) Handle me gentle, handle me rough Handle my history when it gets tough If you can carry all that weight Then baby, come and claim your place [Pre-Chorus] If you can’t love all this shade You can’t touch this sugarcane Every curve, every scar I claim Only truth can say my name [Chorus] I need a real Black man to handle my melanin Kiss every inch like it’s medicine Take all these curves like a blessing, not a burden Hold me like my body is a sermon Brown skin, full frame, give it reverence Talk to my soul with your presence I need a real Black man to handle my melanin To trace every line that I’m settled in
Tags
rap, Slow, sultry R&B with female vocals and a smoky, late-night groove; warm Rhodes chords, woozy pads, and deep, round bass. Verses stay intimate and close-mic, finger snaps and soft rimshots carrying the pocket. Rap sections ride a head-nod swing with subtle 808 accents and filtered chords. Pre-chorus adds airy harmonies and rising synth swells, chorus blooms with stacked vocals and a wider stereo field. Bridge strips to keys and vocal runs, then builds back into a final, lush hook., r&b
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4/5/2026