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[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
Details
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
Duration3:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byJazzy
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Sultry R&B (verse) (rap) (prechorus) (chorus) (verse) (rap) (chorus) (bridge) (prechorus) (chorus) about needing a real black man handling my melanin and curves, female
