## 🎵 Song Title: “Late Plate (Clean-Cut Freaky Version)”
### VOX_A (GARNETT) – solo male
**Style**: Neo-soul / bedroom slow-burner / food + sex metaphor blend
**Tone**: Grown, dirty, intimate — without getting flagged
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### [INTRO – TALKING]
We met on TikTok.
Your hips said “follow back.”
Your kitchen said “pull up.”
Your text said “he sleep.”
And now… we cookin’.
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### [VERSE 1]
Bent over the stove with them cheeks on flex
Rice boiling slow, but you movin’ like sex
Said “he in bed,” so I parked in back
You served cornbread. I served this snack
Apron ridin’ high, no drawls in sight
You said “be quick” — I stayed all night
Grabbed them hips, face on the fridge
Told me “act right,” I blew out the lid
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### [HOOK 1]
You bake. I break.
You stir while I grip that waist
He eat first, but I get dessert
You throw it back with that little smirk
We don’t kiss. We feed on heat
You bite your lip every time we meet
It ain’t love, but it’s full course
You the type I ride with no remorse
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### [VERSE 2]
You taste like home and sound like sin
Every time I slide in, you cave again
You say “don’t fall,” but shake like trust
Got flour on the counter and steam in us
I bend you slow while the chicken rest
You grip my chain when I kiss your chest
We don’t rush. We simmer through
Your man got pics, but I got you
---
### [PRE-HOOK – SPOKEN]
You post him on your story
But you send me the “what you doing” texts
And you always doing this
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### [HOOK 2]
You mix. I stir.
You feed my fix and I serve yours
No takeout — we built from scratch
From TikTok thirst to stove-top match
You say “last time,” then back it up
Put them thighs on my face like a coffee cup
I clean my plate. You ride this flow
Ain’t no leftovers. You already know.
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### [BRIDGE – SPOKEN]
You said “don’t catch feels”
But you creamed twice
And I ain’t even touched the rice
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### [VERSE 3 – FINAL PASS]
You said “in and out,” now your knees on fire
Hair messed up, voice gettin’ higher
You cook for him, but you serve me heat
From the kitchen to the couch to the backseat
He scrolls your page. I made your reel
He hold your hand. I know what’s real
This ain’t love. It’s somethin’ rare
Call it dessert.
Call it unfair.
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### [HOOK 3 – OUTRO]
He gets grace.
I get grip.
He brings wine.
I take sips.
He gets prayer hands.
I get sweat.
He thinks clean.
I’m your mess.
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### [GUITAR SOLO – OUTRO CUE]
🎸 Slow fade bluesy licks over fading breath and stovetop sizzle
🎸 Final whispered adlib:
**(VOX_A)**
Next time…
Wear that apron.
Only that.
CosmicEcho17
